This is a July poem, but so what? It’s just barely August, so … close enough for folk music. HARBINGER by Marian Allen The locust trees are turning and it’s only July. Gold-brown, red-brown, brown, they shock the eye, dead in the green; as out…
Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I was really, really bad and bited Momma on purpose and blooded her! Here is a picture of it. See how it’s all red around it? That’s how bad I bited it! It didn’t get infecteded, like…
You know how you say hi to a Famous Person and then act like you’re besties? Oh, you don’t? My bad. ANYWAY, I claim Dr. Barbara J. King as an online friend, since we’ve exchanged a word or three on Facebook and such. I tell…