I want to say how comfortable it is to be in silence, to sit in it and dwell in it, and spin it ’round and ’round. But… Read more “Silence”
Tag: poetry
Philosopher’s Stone
In the Gold sheath/ the gilded fur pocket with inner smooth leather stapled still by rusted iron, lays snuggled a ruby ball, a globe of blood red,… Read more “Philosopher’s Stone”
Fibers (Cubism)
Pt. 1 We are I mean I am popped up pockets of air I am holes held in stacks of cracks, brittle and falling I am the… Read more “Fibers (Cubism)”
Readings
In the writing group I attend I’m often fine with reading first. I sign up as number one to get it out of the way. Then I… Read more “Readings”
SASHA SMITH 