Poetry is frosted fire.
Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.
"Chocolate mustache" is from a line in the book. It's my favorite title (chosen by me), so I'm pleased that Never Spit was tossed.
A bad book owes to many trees | A forest of apologies.
I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.
Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses