fingers fish
the bottom of my sack
for Dove dark
chocolates while I navigate
I-80 east, lumps of velvet
surround, engulf, satisfy
with messages inside,
Discover yourself, Live
your dreams, and Be
proactive. My little
bug of a car flies
but—whoa—destination
Florin, not Arden, I’m lost.
A poem by Ann Privateer of Davis.
Published on 03.24.11
A poem by Crawdad Nelson of Sacramento.
Published on 03.17.11
A poem by Sibilla Hershey of Davis.
Published on 03.10.11
A poem by Jennifer O’Neill Pickering of Sacramento.
Published on 03.03.11
A poem by Jennifer O’Neill Pickering of Sacramento.
Published on 03.03.11
