Archive

January 3, 2018

New Years Day 2018

N

ā€œIā€™m still alive!ā€ is something you shout from the crevasse to the rescuers whose pick axes remind you because you are still a poet although stuck in the ice of cartoon implements from TV in Florida and this is how you hope to go one day but not yet because the medicine was good and you are still here a bit of a miracle but as they with their chisels chip and hammer at the ice that preserves you...

Recent Posts

Recent Comments