bad poetry

I don’t write a lot of poetry. What I do write is mostly drivel: random images and alliteration strung together with a simple theme and… Read More »Post-Apocalyptic Poetry: The Rest of It

Before the end They smiled and nodded and mocked the bins of cornmeal, rice, and brown sugar. No one’s smiling now.

Red mutants are cannibals Green ones are our friends Blue mutants want our women for unspeakable mutant ends. Horned mutants think they’re psychic Feathered mutants… Read More »Post-Apocalyptic Poetry: Mutant Primer