The Tulips Smell Like Week Old Meat
Better Than Starbucks published a poem I’d written about lies, those we tell ourselves and we tell others. It was a fun poem to write, littered with references to other works, to ideas and symbology. Meaning. Isn’t that what poems are supposed to do? You can read the poem for free here – The Tulips… Continue reading The Tulips Smell Like Week Old Meat