Poems from EKK15

Summer’s hand had its grip on my back. the foreign Virginian heat made my skin blister and bake until I was drenched in a greasy sweat.  ...
Water: hazy green.   On the decaying dock I lay, My arms stretched out Until my fingertips dangle over the edges And the warm salty air...
Hello, dear friend, I am writing to you tonight rather than speaking Because goodbyes are too hard, And I know you’re already gone.      I’...