Poem: Glen Armstrong
So much great imagery in this poem by Glen Armstrong.
The Bedside Book of Scary Prayers
The children were dreaming of partially eaten crab legs and adults with fake moustaches stabbing a map of the world with daggers. Don’t write off the strangeness of their little minds. I, too, never felt safe at their age. Mother’s knife skills, though celebrated by visiting chefs, left everything to the imagination. The pages ripped from library books in the…
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