Auntie has a secret book she keeps. Open the door of the mahogany nightstand.Down on the left of the bottom shelfLies a white tome ordained in red thread With blue and gold flakes in the finish. Auntie’s written a thousand verses,A hundred poems.Stories that capture all the lives she’s lived. The pages have no linesPhrasesContinue reading “Bedside Table”
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The Redwood Blues
The trees had lost the will to speak. The means to do so were abandonedsoon after. I imagine they grew tiredof the constant inquiries of man;Met time and time again with a refusal to heed. We warred with one anotherwhile they suffered in silence-Saplings planted amongst rocks,In outskirts between road and more road. We attemptContinue reading “The Redwood Blues”
The Poetry of Ants 