English poetry

For You & Me

There is a place that I’ve heard has been to write about. Much has been tourism about it and the lame conclusions have already been drawn. You know it better than I do. You already knew it. Maybe that is…

What Is There Now?

It’s cold out there, but the skins are burning. The plurality is seeable in this statement, in “skins” not “skin” as multiple…

At The End Of The Day

“Before this beginning, if the pages weren’t blank, I wouldn’t have begun. Empty that that is, a world of wonders, it becomes rather relevant to compose whether it creates meaning or it doesn’t… It just better to keep it filling…