Poem by Aimee Suzara
I imagine this boat tattooed: the engraved wings reaching in each direction, indicating those early sea voyages.
I imagine this boat tattooed: the engraved wings reaching in each direction, indicating those early sea voyages.
The catchphrase of the day is 'work/life balance.'
The border gate opens like sesame.
Her husband, deep in dementia, with a child's mind in a man's body, shoves her against the wall.
Do the dead Chumash own Santa Barbara or do Oprah and Jeff Bridges?