IT’S NO PICNIC WHEN THE WORDS ONE SPEAKS ARE IMPELLED by Susan Sonde
IT’S NO PICNIC WHEN THE WORDS ONE SPEAKS ARE IMPELLED
by a hail of white fury
and to know that the psychic bruise, the terrible corsage of pain another wears is of your making. It’s nightmare-tune...
SIDEKICK by Rikki Santer
SIDEKICKby Rikki Santer Sidekick you are monocleyou are lap danceryou are cheeky sailor boyyou are lamb chopped sock chocolate spell sideways glance from hellyou are ghost terrorist shy ingenue personality in 60 secondsyou are knuckle headed ...