The silent rhythm
Tripping over novelty
I heart the mailman
Once upon a time at Poetry Central Headquarters: Windfall
The Pumpkin House of Horrors
Hi, can I breathe on you? I didn't intend to do anything topical but then there was this really pale pumpkin with a protrusion on it in the approximate shape of a facemask. (Those protrusions never show up well on camera, but apparently I never learn.)