Posted on April 9, 2016April 9, 2016 / Poetry The Tempest With emeralds and champagne, head turning, Dizzy and pinning, the people protest, Worn floor, red velvet curtains burning, Wind blows plumes, an impassioned tempest. On board, raucous men with stale tobacco,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 3, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Establishment Raucous men and stale tobacco, The sun creeps through the one window. This establishment is my foe, I hide my senses in shadow. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
