Poems from weekofends
Thoughts from a Backseat 6 year oldthe car in front of us is belching up glowing ash
like a cigarette tapped gently
over grandma's...
A walk along these grains of granite
Pavement to the sea
Splintered miles speak callously
To emptiness in me
Comes the echo off a passion...
My mind whips like a snagged wind constantly
Though amidst the crowd honestly,
Stories unfold in my head
Sometimes by projector's...
Mothers, listen hush
dusk children
echo further in time
pulsing jaded, wiry hair
from your faces, settled
in the...
The Seasons
In winter
I walked along the sky
Chatted amongst the stars
Pulled my coat close, and said goodbye
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In spring, I marched the...