Good Night
Poem It’s a good night to die. The weather is fine, And the battle in my brain will not ever subside, My God, it’s a good night to die. It’s a good night...
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To Friends Who Get Lost in the Woods
Poetry about Friends I know why you went in The shadows stained your skin like ink The grass was woven into a welcome mat It was easy to leave your folks behind The...
Susurration
Poem About Nature See how the wind straddles the branches, swelling, in fast embrace, then releases, and they rebound, slinging diminishingly ever, to meet again its torso of tided sinews in a tumble that...
Water Year
The chicken fevered between witchery in his forearm and the dead counter when its neck was snapped cold. He ran a slit at the throat and held the thing up gushing clean into the...
When It’s Done
What’s in that place beyond the pines? The dark recesses and cragged peaks Valleys that swirl with sumptuous lavenders and honeyed golds Caverns enswirled by misty hues of turquoise deep The fronds that billow...
