A RAPOETICS REPRINT: The Salvation Army by Weldon H. Sandusky
The Salvation Army A huge van picks us up, secures our Money buckets and tapes the ringer On our little bells. Competition is fierce. I come in Sixth. A fat Santa Claus man first.…
The Salvation Army A huge van picks us up, secures our Money buckets and tapes the ringer On our little bells. Competition is fierce. I come in Sixth. A fat Santa Claus man first.…
POEM STARTER 1009 If you insist on pretending to be someone else, then you’ll never know who you really are. AWARD WINNING POET Her poetry: technical mathematical formula perfection without a trace of…
Margaret-Piece* i called her a ‘commandant,’ but not aloud, & to-myself – the manager of our subsidy building – ‘a building full of retards’ as one local comedian said (after our underground power line caught…