PENHEAD PRESS CHALLENGE: #4 Two Lines — by Norah Vawter
Lie Next To Me — a villanelle That raw poison used to shake my soul. I am no longer angry at the world — Now, lie next to me, and I am whole. When…
Lie Next To Me — a villanelle That raw poison used to shake my soul. I am no longer angry at the world — Now, lie next to me, and I am whole. When…
The Jazz Trumpeteer Cheeks of pink, eyes of blue I loved the jazz trumpeteer. A gentleman; always in tune. Never drained spit on a peer. Takes my hand, asks, “hey Jen! Go out with…
Two Lines Form a Simple Three Stanza Pantoum A dirty white dog will not shit As they circle, a girl shifts her buttocks She lets out a short strangled toot Her dog, lifts its…