“… the trails of our demise …”
Category Archives: poem
Sashay
“… I can feel it …”
Fertile grounds
“… not strange bedfellows …”
Words for the Glorious Ones
“… it will not claim us …”
The grove outside of the gates
“… vision blurred after …”
The monster within
“… to contend with …”
Poetry in the South of France
“… in my role as a poet …”
