POETRY GLOBAL NEWS
Hello and good morning! It’s a quick little post today. I’ve been having a craving for Publix’s Southern
World Cup fever I’m a believer From all across the planet earth hey Nations they are coming to
“’til all hell blooms“ It starts at a street‑corner park —one match flicked wrong, and the whole
I got to thinking the other day about some of the toys I had as a nipper in
I am going to ask a most contentious question: When you encounter a series, are you inclined to
Alright okay cool Don’t ya treat me like some kinda fool Gonna knock you down off your stool
The park that Saturday felt ordinary, deceptively calm. Sunlight filtered through the branches, leaves rustling underfoot, the kind
Refute the clubs where drums and artful bass drive rhythms from the night like sparks from stone and
This piece of literary mayhem is exclusive to Smart Bitches After Dark, but fret not. If you’d like
bespectacled I’m such a monkey. Not the one in spectacles alone, Nor merely the jazzman of a jest,