All These Rooms

The dog comes back from in the trees and he
takes a stick, beats her where she lays, “She needs
to learn that is what happens when she leads
off and hunts alone.” I walk away,
get in my car ashamed I didn’t say
a thing. I swerve to miss a gopher. Whomp.
I hope it’s dead. I stop, get out […]

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That’s right, the first bi-weekly poem challenge is here! We’re starting things off with a classic, the sonnet, so whip out your best muse and get to work. You have until April 15th to write a sonnet containing the phrase “I whomp gophers” or a reasonable approximation as well as a rhyme with pip-pip. The […]

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