fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: February, 2018

Air

I sleep, awake Where I cannot Just break The now, in omnipresent The present, so effervescent That it shatters The pretense Of my fake. Garcia Ranch, Vero Beach, Fl – February 2018

Refined

I can’t mind, my outside That speaks, To its sin Without breaking My Human That screams, From within. Manhattan, NY – February, 2018