Love Poem to Los Angeles
with a respectful nod to Jack Hirschman 1. To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its […]
with a respectful nod to Jack Hirschman 1. To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its […]
I’m not sure what sounds escape when a false messiah sings. If lips part gently, while tongue pushes out noise
specifically, in one of the old recipe boxes she kept in the kitchen pantry, was a poem. Soon after she
The Angeles Crest Highway’s mountain curves swing beauty close to canyons with death as chaser. Some are caught, crosses mark
sharp words her holiday collection of cookie cutters cosine of an angle he changes