Category: Poetry

November 16, 2011

Hold Me with Your Deer Hand

Rae Reitz

  I made a friend while I was walking down Ellis today. This lady was standing in front of the group homeĀ  hovering over a dead deer. I smiled at her gently, hoping she would tell me why she was petting the carcass. She waived me over and asked if I would call the game   Wheeze on…

A Big One

A Big One

Quinn Wonderling