by veronica | Nov 22, 2019 | Poems
To a Squirrel, Age 8 You there, boy, say something unprecedented again. “Imagine if car tires were made of pizza” you posit, so I do. I consider it seriously, but you’ve pivoted to designing a board game, while beatboxing and flying a pen around like a spaceship....
by veronica | Nov 3, 2019 | Poems
So now fire is a season. We anticipate the burning- clear the brush and broken twigs One hundred foot clearance to keep our homes safe from ruin. And there’s the curious practice of backburning: Set a fire to stop a fire. Do the damage yourself to control what gets...
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