Poems from Max Borgus
As I walk thru the winter woods, I hear the songs and tunes of the forest. You may think that it is just a mish-mash of sounds, but it...
As i rose to leave the room, i noticed that the dozens of florescent lights over my head created a million little shadows below me. the...
Cast over me, a sheet of confusion and foolishness, and yet it took more than one rude awakening in my life to help pull this sheet off my...
I feel the cool autumn breeze flowing thru the trees. The smell of the changing seasons and the soft crunch of the leaves under my feet. O...
The day comes to a dark shadow under the brilliant, sparking night sky. My mind in sore and my soles of my feet are hard. After writing,...