fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: October, 2017

Terminal 5

I sense a naked presence Seeping from the crowd And feel their pulse of rhythm Waking, My life aloud. Manhattan, NY – October, 2017

killing ground

Who Can you sue For the inner angry In you? What, Can you be To the confusion You flee? Where, Will you go To ease the No From your soul? When, Will you free The bitter hatred You see? And just how, Can you show That you can let it All go? West Point, NY […]