Once upon a time, there was a great big old apple tree in the middle of a great big open field. All around the great big old apple…
There are only two other reporters on this airfield, or whatever you wanna call this span of blacktop from…
I breathe in the dense air of this tropical forest,I feel the cold breeze that the rains have…
© 2020 by Matthew de Lacey Davidson
Before me, at toe-edge,Rolls the last of the line Before deluge — Ice cold, born of ancient glaciersAnd the last fallOf snow— unveiled,Our…
Sonnet © 2020 by Matthew de Lacey Davidson
And the tragic tale of humanity crossing them
Poison arrow shot,Across scorching woods; it sought,A…