skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
Coral Carter
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
Monday, May 30, 2011
a culinary affaire
be still my
toasted roasted
milled grilled
sliced spiced
boiled roiled
poached broached
be still my beaten eaten heart
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Links
Andrew Burke
antipoet
armed poet
crow files
dot dot dash
Helen Child
Indigo
little glass pen
Perth Poetry Club
Proximity Poetry
The Linemine
wa poets
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2017
(1)
►
April
(1)
►
2014
(4)
►
April
(2)
►
March
(2)
►
2013
(12)
►
October
(1)
►
September
(2)
►
June
(2)
►
May
(1)
►
April
(3)
►
March
(3)
►
2012
(21)
►
December
(2)
►
November
(1)
►
September
(2)
►
July
(2)
►
June
(3)
►
May
(2)
►
April
(1)
►
March
(4)
►
February
(2)
►
January
(2)
▼
2011
(65)
►
December
(1)
►
November
(3)
►
October
(1)
►
September
(1)
►
August
(1)
►
July
(15)
►
June
(9)
▼
May
(6)
a culinary affaire
untitled
child scream time
wild bees
the sudden flock
after ph
►
April
(12)
►
March
(15)
►
February
(1)
►
2010
(83)
►
December
(2)
►
November
(5)
►
October
(9)
►
September
(14)
►
August
(3)
►
July
(5)
►
June
(8)
►
May
(5)
►
April
(7)
►
March
(12)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(3)
►
2009
(171)
►
December
(18)
►
November
(24)
►
October
(25)
►
September
(27)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(19)
►
June
(31)
►
May
(15)
►
April
(1)
Contributors
Coral Carter
Coral Carter
No comments:
Post a Comment