Tag: spoken poetry
Why is everyone so upset at the laundromat?
If only i could freeze time and live in this speckled sunshine.
This spoken poem is about an apple tree that was in my yard as a kid. In fact, it’s still there. Shasta and i really did eat apples from it, too.
Do thunderstorms scare you, too?
My grass is really tall. Perhaps i should mow it?
Smiley faces are okay in *some* business situations. You just have to know which ones.