The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
The Practice-Woo
What is this little word that stares at me with two eyes?Is it oogling me?
Is one of those eyes going to wink at me
And say, hey baby, come on over to the big W?
To which, I…
April 14
I don’t know why lizards make me think of T.S. Eliot and J. Alfred Prufrock but they do. [“They will say: “But how his arms and legs and thin.”] Lizard on the edgeDo I dare disturb the leaf?
How…
L2-Writing Right Now
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A Tree grows in Sedona