MOLT
MOLT 1. At the threshold of the bug To molt or remain in this shell of grey. An earth encased in cloud still shines But bugs don’t mind the shade. It leads this way the...
Read MoreThe maple oak and beech Cling to their dead leaves Like devastated lovers When the body lies in reach And there is no mind, Curled, rattling in the wind, Swinging like...
Read MoreDRIVING INTO FIRE Driving into fire with my Father tonight The sun like a cherry in a froth of gray The black folds of earth and the hanging haze Of smoke as the flames...
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