Poems from themanmoth
Everything is to human scale
and you and I are all choreographers of space,
an eerily ambivalent void.
And yes, we worked in various ways,...
I have never been comfortable with writing in first-person,
too accustomed to living in the third-person,
observer peering out stained...
they say God shaped us out of clay,
His breath rippling through abandoned parking lots, empty churches,
only to strike a chord, ring a...