Favorite walks from the 227 inside joke Farm
Time travel…no…. I said No!
The dog dresses for church and eyes his sweet master
But you, no me…
How about me this time…?
could climb into a garbage can
No numbers, no home
Just some sort of unknowable lid to screw on slow
Wait for the Nor’easter to begin in early April
You might soon end up in at least another county
For who needs to see the future anymore?
Lecturing a new life form about Mama’s Family
The absence of a Rallie to add a bit of diversity
The slut, the old mother, the bumbling husband
Garbage can ascends
Slimy heavens
Am I walking in Brooklyn feeling much better now?