Dan dug deep in his pocket, hoping to find something he could throw.
Dom Conlon's Stories and Poetry
Macy Mayhew CANNOT tie her laces.
If sofas had legs they’d carry us far…
Tiny, the Giant, stood in a field and shook his fists at a Strange New Thing.
Tiny, the Giant, stood and shook his fists at the world.
Start with a finger, held to the sky…