Moon Pie, a prose poem written, partly, in a snowy winter in Seoul, South Korea. Delighted to have the poem in Sprung Formal 18.
Stinky thinker alert. Stinky thinker alert.
There are so many games and we forget to play them. Pull my finger. Pull my finger. Here comes the moon. White crisp and shining.
Never Mind the Beasts 
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