Isobar Poems - Poems about Isobar

... He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs. Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist, but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head. An icy stare ......

Continue reading...

...Would the real “Matthew Scott Harris” please stand up! Yo...over here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania all the other ones (that follow below)... them guys imposters I write – every ƒµ©**** one. ......

Continue reading...

...An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out. With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about. On her thumb she wore a thimble, as she pulled the thread so nimb......

Continue reading...