So many wordsBetween us remainUnsaid I can tasteThem as they fermentIn my mouthBitter but tangyReminiscent of the…
by L. Jay Mozdy
“Are you awake?”
The bed has become a vortexOf push pull push pull pushUnsure who it belongs to
pieces of a heart — part two of three
a prose poem
If you pointed a spear at me, sharp and glistening like your words — those ones that glint and glare in a…