Poems from Matthewboernermusic@gmail.com
Pencil marks bleed through the paper and litter the kitchen table;Long lines of illustration and the brisk patterns of written language....
When I let myself sink to the bottom I heard all that needed to be heard.I saw all things through a delicate fish’s eye,And felt every...
He told her“When my pencil breaks, well, that’s the end of my story.”She said“That’s such an awful shame.”But he just laughed and shook his...