Poems by Stephanie Lamberson
Sway, Mojave Coyotes, rest your paws. I am your friend, Plodding down the desiccated, labyrinthine U.S. Southwest, Hugging cacti, Searching…
Sway, Mojave Coyotes, rest your paws. I am your friend, Plodding down the desiccated, labyrinthine U.S. Southwest, Hugging cacti, Searching…
It’s insane how she tames She can turn you to an animal – Dirty Dancer Just over one week ago,…
From Chamillionaire ridin’ dirty to Travis Porter bringin’ it back, rap music along with popular culture is losing its censor.…
If having an orgasm while riding a fake bucking horse doesn’t bring you closer to Jesus, then I don’t know…
I. right now the economy is in the sun room watching mother robins build their nests & balance twigs between…
When reading Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe or other great poets, the words jump at the reader. The language is sometimes…
An international panel of government and business leaders has determined that the war on drugs has failed[1] and Congressmen…
What impetus would lead to the construction of a twenty-ton, five-story high Trojan horse? Why, the 2011 Burning Man Festival…
This here’s a bit of a comin’ of age romance that makes no sense, has no growth and just seeks…
Every pleasure I had in life I have to reclaim, because now, there is nothing that is just mine. A…