Teeth grit like vice grips on steel. The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long. I raise my hands to the air Empty handed I surrender. Empty handed I look for answers. Yet none rings true for this. Like a swinging pendulum I’m hot and then cold Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all tooContinue reading “Poem: Anger”
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, ByContinue reading “Poem: A December Day”
The Neon Squid 