Hannah

Love this: Some trees grow crooked With knobs from branches cut Paths started But abandoned before it's too late.

No, no, I think you meant Of cloudless climes and starry skies haha

harsh, harsh consonants.

You can do it. Just pump out a poem a day, Animal! No voice where I loved this use of language. I will steal it and play with it.

April 2nd worked: my grandmother and grandfather are dead i. my grandfather had intimidation on his face: mutton chops that held the mustard from his sausages long after he'd changed ...

April 2nd unworked: river tidepools this spring i met pussy willows on the bank of a sludge-stream and stopped for minutes to describe the fuzzgray base, the slickblack stems, the ...

Hehe. I hid seven.

You're ALMOST managing to take the crazy prompts and make completely elegant poems. Not elegant, but smooth and not weakly connected to the prompt. By weakly I mean directly. Just ...

A poem about how rhyming and structure can sometimes stifle genuine creativity. I AM ALL ABOUT IT.

One shoe black, the other blathered from too much talking and you were my cul-de-sac with no road through. This is perfect. This is an awesome and true suburban image ...

Now that we're like tick trefoil seeds Clinging to a pair of jeans, I love the plant imagery here. It makes me want spring to come even more quickly and ...

April 1st worked: cometeor my eyelashes have sprouted and turned a deep navy stew -- squid ink and stardust. my eyes are stellar but inadequate. my eyes run down my ...

and I realized that I was simply a cold person in a cold room, exhaling ghosts, because I was empty of anything else. sob sob sob

Alright, then should the original post need editing, I'm on Sunday with a column called "Have You Thought About This?" Whoo first installment today~

Covers up all the stuff beneath it. By the way, does the weird thing where the image appears over the text happen only in Chrome or in other browsers? I ...