Poems by Paul Brucker
Breathing Spell Sitting with the cherry Jell-O in front of me, thanking the universe for this food and all...
Breathing Spell Sitting with the cherry Jell-O in front of me, thanking the universe for this food and all...
For no obvious reason the air of the room was heavy. They kept on staring the television. Lights were...
My mother used to tell me that I was born after a lot of prayers. She never thought she...