Guest Poet – Mike James

Campbell’s Soups The labels have fallen off my soup cans. I’ll have a grilled cheese with something for dinner. That’s been my day. A morning unicycle ride to the grocery store and the weekly discussion, with myself, about Elizabeth Bishop (pro and con) over a lunch bagel. An afternoon penny toss in front of theContinue reading “Guest Poet – Mike James”

Guest Poet – Mike James

The Woman in the Gingerbread House  There once was a woman with 100 children and each had the name of a flower. She was a busy woman. She was, oh yes, busy. There were soups to cook, teeth to count, a postman to gossip with, and carrots and potatoes to plant and to harvest. ThereContinue reading “Guest Poet – Mike James”