The Tiresome Job of Hiring Poems

a day in the life of a poetry-hiring professional


Pennies {essay}

Pennies   The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;   Mommy holds my hand tightly as we clomp across the wooden planks. Every time we get close to a shadow I jump so my shoes will light up. Daddy stops us and points at a fisherman. He is unhooking a... Continue Reading →

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