Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Rose Shrew

"Wild roses still grow close to the old house..."

Wild roses still grow
close to the old house. Somewhere
around here is an outhouse hole.
Watch your step.
Rose Shrew's portrait is on
the second floor. Stay here
while I go to get it. Her
blushing cheeks will light
up the room and lead me traveling
through the condemned property
to claim her for my own.






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