Poems from Otto Lovegood
If the world was my classroom
And I, the lesson bard, to a young girl-
I would take her first, into the forests
And let Nature play her...
When the floor creaksThe night wind speaksThe drip, drip, drop of the faucet leaksThe mouse squeaksThe tolling, tolling, clock bell Tones...
A mask
Through which our silent judging eyes
Peer though the haze and hatred all the time
On blank screens. Reflect the beast inside
He's...
In ones and zeros rampant 'cross the screenIn worlds askew concentric 'round this life-we hold- their choices ours to pick and preen.Their...