Poems from Lavendier
Knowledge fell o’er the edge of the world
And she did not even clatter.
No sound was heard, no noise was made
She did not even matter.
...
They say your eyes,
When given time,
Become accustomed
To the night.
Though dark and eerie
One great shadow,
Night penetrated
Glows to...
I have a secret. It’s really big.
So big, that I don’t think you would believe me.
It starts with a heart and pain and loss;
And big round...
Prude. Censuring. Perfect little girl.
Am I a prude when I dislike foul words?
And promiscuity is not something I adore:
But how can I be...
With her long ragged hair
And chipped nail polish,
She stood at the counter
And scrubbed the dishes.
Low country music
Was in the...