fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: June, 2016

edith read

Running from my future Hiding from the past Making every second A present moment – Meant to last. Rye NY, – June 2016

sanded

I imagine my end Where I do not pretend That reality Is just the now Of transcend. Cancun, MX – June 2016

inverted explosion

I create my destruction I demand my own demise I delete my ever after Chasing freedoms In disguise. Citifield, NY – June 2016

East Channel

Outside a tunnel, of creation Atop new fescue, in breeze Inside the links, of a back fill Is a pure marvel, in sleaze. Ferry Point, NY – June 2016