Poems from damien.wren.
great
minds would
think alike-
if
great were a recipe for
stagnance.
i spent the first
day of my
psychology class.
"I love art." the preacher says, "anything
that invokes an emotion in me."
...
i.
the late evening was warm and
cloudy, accompanying a
gentle knock at the young man's door
his surprise caught him for a second-
"...
my
fingers
echo a
gentle rasgueo
through
her hair,
trickling
down
to...
an opaque bed and
old frames kept the room,
the pictures were dusty except
for the cracked
glass, which remained
clear
a circular...