To sift my past and find my figurative tongue's natural resting point, and to offer up some snippets of my childhood, I'm posting this series of prose-poems. They are to be enjoyed with a spoon, not a fork and knife.
Posted by cbsisco at May 3, 2004 11:16 PMthat was a spoonful of sugar i was delighted to take down.
i liked best the non-neighborly neighbors and "so i spit my stick at her."
Posted by: michele at May 5, 2004 12:51 PM