he bought me those sweet
italian cherries in
the snazzy birdcage
when he died, all I could taste
is that same peppered cigar
his cigar//tanka poem
Writing by Courtenay Schembri Gray
Writing by Courtenay Schembri Gray
he bought me those sweet
italian cherries in
the snazzy birdcage
when he died, all I could taste
is that same peppered cigar
Courtenay's Corner 