Posted on May 15, 2016September 21, 2016 / Poetry Democracy Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree, Democracy dies with the fading sun, Disenfranchised masses forget their plea. The roots of our being rot to debris, And the new spring had but scarcely begun,[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on March 29, 2016 / Micropoetry We Write Breathing each word, As it births a line, And grows to rhyme, And matures to stanzas, Holding at caesuras, With form or freedom: We write. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 20, 2016 / Micropoetry Prize Penetrating for signs, Beneath your solemn guise, Freeing you from confines, Is such a rich prize. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry The Saviour In a pit of the darkest black, Hiding the very worst of me, Time reduced! No! I beg and plea; Brave saviour, I’m already free. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 10, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Death of the Narrator Farewell old Foe, I knew thee well. Farewell old Foe, I can’t hear you. Deep under earth, rot in your grave, Maggots feast, your dust I shan’t save. Scratch at the lid, splinter your nails,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
