Voice Recording: Be Right Back

“This is Edgar, and I'd like for you to understand So that you can lend a hand In the work we are about...”

Sonnet: Thanksgiving I

When seen with gratitude, the smallest good Takes on an estimate of pricelessness...

Look up, look out, take your eyes off the ground Around us all, the world waits to be found

She unashamedly began to cry...

Have you had four walls and a lock between You and the world? And have you thankful been?

Thankless we were, when blessed with normalcy

My child, my daughter, my divine delight — Of all my life the very dearest prize...

The moment that I first that doctor see After the test the lab'ratory gave, I knew that she had no good news for me...

Happy, happy Thanksgiving to you all!

This poet might be championing incoherency in the art form too, were she paid well to go on and on, “explaining” it...