Poetry by TC Tolbert

  Tau(gh)t for madeline   I go back to that no and I sing from it. I practice epilogue: needlethreadepi- thelium.  As what constitutes mean is the variance.  Perhaps I fly hollow.  Into some you, then.  And rest.  And where will the drama queen darling?  My tongue is thin without your tongue to build a team on.  Because we have been there, dear Ranger.  Let … Continue reading Poetry by TC Tolbert