Poem by Rebecca Teich
Often, I try to tilt my chin up to look her smack in the eye.
Often, I try to tilt my chin up to look her smack in the eye.
We wanted to make a good impression. Maybe even to launch a conversation.
Where does meaning lurk in a universe where mountains are mangy from fires and logging?
'No, no, no,' said C, 'this dude cannot paint a lady.'