Chapbook Tuesday: A Grave Matter

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Short-form poetry to fill you with delight. Or despair.

Unexpected snowstorm
Where’s the spade, my dear?
You need a shovel, fool!
Spades are for digging
Shut my husband up
By using the shovel
Then I found a spade
And dug a great big hole

Image: Detail of a woman writing with a quill by Adelaide Labille-Guiard (Bridgeman Images)

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