poem by Chris Taylor
we would go outside with our knivesand carve sticks into weapons, paste mud on our…
nothing’s free, verse
Free verse
Cast me loose
my heart dried out
LAMENTATION
If I must live again let me be a creatureof the dark and writhe beneath temperate loam, having had my…
verse poem
I woke up in the dark,A man out of time and still out of energy,Out of a dream about that…