Those doors
Are shut
that house closed,
my walk to school
I’ve been waiting
On this straw bed
It’s cinema to me
dust on light becomes mist,
gasping
ahead and out of step of the mossy floor
Remember summer?
a day of running through the sprinkler
This is from a box of poetry I uncovered in my office as I was tidying up. I can’t help but notice how self-conscious I feel about it now that…
When I was in theatre school a zillion years ago, the lounge we all hung out in was across the…
I have never heard a poem
Hardly a sheet
bare moon
sits