Free Verse
God cannot be a NounA “thing” with a withoutor a whenThe one observed
The frothful wind. With spillswax, they travel up and down byways. From here the past is nought but rusted haystacks and paint on…
A ’93 Geo Metro shoots down cracked pavement at a shaky thirty-seven miles per hour. This particular road does not have a limit posted —…
Oh! my sweet childMy sweet sweet childI drown, in your sea of innocenceAs I…
Another wave crashes into the cemented, sand-etched blocks of stone …