The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
Some confection of confession.
Little critter, what do you see?
36 words of fluff.
A blank verse written after another hike nearby my home.
An after-work snap and scribble.
What did Mr Umanah see at the savannah?
My second attempt on poeming bilingually.
Suppose there's no lazing around even for the Year of Pig.
An exploration in my home's backyard.
A walk down memory lane.
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