Who Will We Be
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Ow, owie, ow! Until our exclamations lose their steam, until our edges know the bruising like an...
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Ow, owie, ow! Until our exclamations lose their steam, until our edges know the bruising like an...
Bewildered, trying not to flail, I float on down the river. What the? What the? Shh, it’s just the river....
The parrot fish, born female, presto, (sequential hermaphroditism!) becomes male. But that ain’t nothing, Have you heard about the nudibranch...
Would any flower hesitate to open? I have forgotten that I come, fresh as dew, from abundance. Hummingbirds stir a...