poems by carly-jay metcalfe
Silence is safer than speech – Epictetus The first error of your crime was centered on an incident.
Published Cordite Poetry Review issue 40 of Cordite: ‘Interlocutor’
A waning moon skulks behind smudges of ashen clouds, waiting to fold into the edges of our eyes and deep into the wounds of trees.
a short meditation
a poem
Take heed of the stillness of this triumvirate of earth, water, air.
bruises you can touch has no stories yet.
