Death

April 8 poems

saeyeong jima plays out in life
writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky...

You kept them cooped up,
ripening in their cigarette packets.
Fleshless, cracked and empty...

The Mist from Hell Descends on the land

the mist settles down on the land
the mist is from...

Heralded a hero...

He got the message out that was meant to be a secret...

The Chinese...

I sit here on my own;
Rain runs down the windowpane.
Ideas for poetry I’ve none,
Nor...

Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare...

Am I right to be thrown upon the world with unraveling eyes?
Is this not a dream?
The sun...

COVID-19

Our city is vacant and silent
As new measures are put into place
The COVID-...

Corona virus

I'm a different kind of tsunami
And I am here to wake you up
I will take...

It is written already, deep within the depths
Of monuments and concrete blocks
Upon which...

I shall e’er weep for thee,
Wellspring, ‘neath canopy.
Amidst mossy loam,
Plot cast...

Pathetic cry from overall region echoes,
At this stage of mass crisis,
When the remorseless...

”I Loved You,” he says, cleaning his blade
Scarlet stains etched from my veins form intricate lines...

To find oneself
within the air
an act of love
that brings one there

...

I didn't die when I was struck by lightning but it was a terrible fright.
The bolt of lightning...

It is in the subtle margins
Of my tortured soul
Where I sometimes find
That I Am...

I need you one more time my old friend. I can no longer take a pain I did not create. She has left me...