An Imperfect Qasida for a Sick Mother
Tag Archives: Poem
(Whistling) “Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll just leave this here. Pardon? Oh, no. I’d prefer not to leave my name. Thank you.”
Re: Reading Your First Book
The Scientist’s Lobotomy: A Poem
Veins in the Snow, Action Days, Disability/Unability, and a poem that only one other person in the world could completely understand
