Poems from Writer L
I'll ask you this once, and only once:
Are you real?
I ask this only because you can sometimes be
The worst thing that ever happened to me...
There are three types of bird in my yard / All to snatch up the leftover lard / First the starling, plain and brown / A cap of white made a...
Moans of the dying
Songs of the living.....armed guns
Here - the Gray Rider.
A dusty bee / Regal in immortality / Fiery petals / Guarding thorn seeds under nettles / Pollen's story / Smeared with colors as is glory
I saw a tree die in its tranquil sleep / Its passing came as men, with little warning / One dewy, damp morning, bittersweet / These men...