LET’S BUNGLE
LET’S BUNGLE by Randall Nicholas On the haunches of prevarication spring for what happens in this morsel of a jungle we call home, no light
LET’S BUNGLE by Randall Nicholas On the haunches of prevarication spring for what happens in this morsel of a jungle we call home, no light
MAKE OF THIS WHAT YOU WILL by Randall Nicholas In a garbage can in the garage I store the seed to feed the birds, its
DRAWN TO THE ESOTERIC AND PERSONAL by Randall Nicholas A field be-fed by spiderwort, puccoon, deer in the browsing, crisscrossing redwings, thunderstorm and rainbow, sense
Mercurial management by Randall Nicholas Mercurial management: how to make more Out of a foot-tired, rhyme-assaulted brain, Wrench new reflection from a frosted mirror, Circle
SATURNALIA AT THE BASILICA By: Randall Nicholas While it may be freezing cold, farmers come skipping from their fields in the pillowy white dawn thick
GLASS PIGS by Randall Nicholas Glass pigs spun taut around our heads to let go in thin air shatter our perception of correction in corners
HAIKU TO END ALL HAIKUS by Randall Nicholas I want to write a haiku to end all haikus. This blue rose is it.
THE ARM WITH A MIND OF ITS OWN by Randall Nicholas The left one, the sinister one shoved against the door in the driver’s seat,
THE PEAR by Randall Nicholas I had taken a bite yesterday but it was too hard and dry without much taste so I bound it
the black by Randall Nicholas the black perches on a naked branch then on your eyelid tenderly not terribly twinkling first with the chatoyancy of