The Taste of Mercury and Pesticide Posted on January 19, 2017February 25, 2017 by Heather Lukins A garden filled with border roses A mountainous man splattered red He shivers, avoiding a blackened rose bush. Her skin blisters. Black roses with wilted heads Droop as a […]... Read More
Memoir of a Monster Posted on June 10, 2016February 25, 2017 by Heather Lukins The night was young, So I went out. And so did she. The club was popular, So I went in. And so did she. The booze was cheap, So I […]... Read More
