Ne’er too late, they say
I’ll borrow students’ kids to spoil
though it be one day.
The poem I deny (sort of) here is “Not a Breeder”
the book of my story
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
por MARIEL VARGAS
Ideas & tips from a young writer.
Poetry, musings and sightings from where the country changes
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
Science Fiction, Simple Living
Conversations with Street People