Three Horses
by Christopher Merrill I am the mare night forgot — blessed Brooding, brilliant. Remembered. I am the colt women corral, leaving Paradise,
Three Nonsense Poems for Hannah and Abigail
by Christopher Merrill How much mush is too much mush If you love mush too much? How much slush is too much slush If you love slush and such?
Three Questions
by Christopher Merrill And if there is no change in our condition? Seven hang – gliders set their sights on a lodge Boarded up since the