Boxfrog
My boxfrog friend
is hungry
for his greens
it pleases me
to feed him
he fills himself
then croaks
such beautiful poems.
All These Years of Tami
& she's still
the sweetest treat
in this gingerbread house.
Happy Drunk Haiku
wobbling home --
falling down
with you.
Crows
Black wings
slap
blue air
crows
in all
directions.
blues
by bart solarczyk
Peshekee River Poetry
Tom Blessing, Editor
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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.
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