fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: September, 2019

Arms of Brothers

Away, and so far When goes, does the one As I sit, and I think And I scream, as I run And it’s here, not so far What I seek, to be done So it’s a choice, through my mind To find the way, to have won. Madison Square Garden, Mark Knopfler – Sept, 2019

Foothills of Piedmont

Echoes, of darkness Swirl – Through the mind Poking pinpricks, of starkness Undetermined – What to find. Chattahoochee River, Columbus, GA – September, 2019