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 29, 2016 / Micropoetry Reveal The moon hides behind smokey clouds, As I peel away perishing layers, With a blackness of self to reveal. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share