small poems & small plates
I think you have just written my next microfiction piece."I had never been able to raise one eyebrow. That's how I should have known I wasn't cut out to judge the poetry contest."Hmm. It's workable, I think.
trianglessimmering soup pots seem alwayson the edge of boiland so as tense and calmas the next linethe next wordthe next gesture foundout on the playgroundoff in the bushesdropped in a chase sceneprefigured in a misplacedscript