child of the north.
the quiet.
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.
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cry, havoc. in moving and feeling.
keep telling yourself you can see in the dark. no nerve to walk among the shadows? prefer your paths paved, enlightened and free?
form fitting functions. in moving and feeling.
the word which i have spoken shall be done so sayeth the rundown road sign that reminds me of my err that ye hath done in not knowing thine scripture i assume many others that have followed my pa...
spite of the seraph. in moving and feeling.
you’re peaking too soon, you know. icarus and his folly your guide to the sullen sun the melt, the wail, fall, boy, fall you were never meant to be, you know? the crinkle of the ashen skin crisp ...
something resplendent. in moving and feeling.
i walked a little today not for health or wealth or any real goal i just wanted to be a little lost i started on the side of the highway letting other poems drive by my wayfarer soul i looked at...
five touching three. in moving and feeling.
slender tendrils sashaying grazing napes and necks and stutter reeling, path retracing, discretion, discretion a breath. a blink. pop those weary bones, chuckle softly to yourself, kid. you got ...
more to write, write more. in moving and feeling.
I promise I’m getting back in the groove of writing. Patience, y’all.
rockets. in moving and feeling.
I feel like I’m rising up to something I’m not deserving of. I don’t know how to feel about that, really.
the trickle and the trail. in moving and feeling.
a current. warm flashes, scalding snow into vapor rutting into terra and firm firm pulses. bleed into these fibers. i beg you. crunch and snap and swish me away. let the reverb sink into the leav...
the ascent. in the second well.
We never took the time to appreciate our surroundings. The stubble of the grass, unable to tickle our ankles as we dashed up the hill, but more than capable of leaving large, splotchy stains on o...
hey, lee. in moving and feeling.
I'm sitting in a bar near my house at like, right in the morning, drinking hard cider and contemplating what to eat. And you're still on my mind after yesterday. I like going home and seeing your...
