Category: Poetry
the fall
Madison Britt what precedes the fall of a mending heart when will guides to whole an ungrateful truth less darkness in lieu what begins the fall of a healed heart of which touches deep in feverish keep to hold on what’s after the fall… Continue Reading “the fall”
The Curse of Chronology
Put hammer to the watch and hourglass;
Be rid of seconds, minutes, hours, days!
Where I Belong
I am from the neighborhood park, / From the sand in every pocket and all the screaming kids.
Down From The Heavens It Rains Light
From the clouds to a nearby tree or roof, a lightning bolt takes only a few thousandths of a second / to split through the air.