poem by Nolo Segundo
After Costco, Before Ukraine You saw the lines weren’t too long so you went for the gas first— spend a little time, save a lot of
The Day I Remembered My Soul
by Nolo Segundo When I was 24, I killed myself. I put it that bluntly because it was not an attempted suicide, a cry for help, but a decision to self-murder. Yes, it was a desperate act, a last attempt to escape what my mind feared as lifetime imprisonment in a mental asylum [they still […]
poem by Nolo Segundo
The Walking Wounded I see us everywhere anymore, at the supermarket or the mall,
poems by Nolo Segundo
The Book Lady She travels with grace through the caverns of books, searching for the neglected,