by Henry Finch | Aug 21, 2017
One day the rooster said to the little red wagon, “Little red wagon, I’ve sung my song. Won’t you give a me a ride around the farm?” “No,” the little red wagon said. So the rooster went to the raincloud and said, “Raincloud, raincloud, chase the little red...
by Henry Finch | Jun 12, 2017
I climbed another mountain and spat on a boulder because climbing a mountain means nothing. To fish from the middle of the stream, fresh catch flailing breathlessly on the shore, gasping frivolous moonlight, their widened eyes confused: that is my...
