The Sense – A Moment on Earth I had this punk rock girlfriend.She would burn roses and throwthem into the Atlantic Ocean.Every scar, every broken boneshe said – is only a note of a song.I wasn’t in love with her.We only ate each other on…
Category: Poetry
Summer Rain They gathered under the new roof Near the edge with buckets As if to win the lottery, so they reckoned. In the heat of the late summer They had nailed and measured Pushed wood up gravity and into What they saw as a…