Throwing my phone down in frustration, I mutter under my breathe – ENOUGH! I’ve been glued to the stupid thing all day…constantly searching for new
Withered flowers on his crowned head. A blackened leafy dress on his bodice. Thorns of growing greed around his limbs Gracefully gliding along his skin.
Hands? Yours tremble? Mine shake Like glass Wants broken Into shards And Crushed under foot To return to sand Unmelt me But first Pick a
The whole world has climbed into their attics or maybe down to the spooky parts of their basements where they found the trunks grandparents and
an invisible killer is stalking all of us we are in lockdown afraid to touch others afraid to walk next to strangers our social customs
Find yourself at home with unexpected time on your hands? It’s a great day to read Heavy Mental, Kindra M. Austin‘s brilliant new poetry book.
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Leys is a poet whose work is imbued with lyrical rhythm. Throughout this book, Leys’ words sing and…
I’m the part that fits here, one person states. I’m the part that fits there, another person declares. I’m the part that goes left, somebody
There’s a fable in the forest of fame whispered among trees. Passersby that meander inside are often reluctant leavers, teetering as trespassers, petrified to see