Posted on April 21, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness I The Deanery Your breath of stale tobacco, And mine of a sour red wine, My floor show of cheap Bordeaux, And yours of old man’s decline. —————————————————————————————[....] Read More+10 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 20, 2016 / Micropoetry Shroud A shroud of the coldest ice, Entwined with the finest silk, A fall to delicate vice, Now banished by her own ilk. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 13, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Moon The moon, masquerading as an ashtray. Vices always have their wicked way. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
