Poetry Journal

Winter

Winter What a weird way to experience this. . .  Something forgotten : everyone has a right to life.      no matter the purpose or value  I  I stood outside on that cool nightwatching the clouds caught in streams of wind pass me by.     seams stretchedby tufted fingers and downy swirlslayering, stackingthe only distinctionsbeing darker […]

Thus Spake Prometheus

So in a weird-cool turn of events the team at Prometheus Dreaming decided to use my poem Morning Commute in their Thus Spake Prometheus series. A strange feeling as I never thought about hearing one of my poems read aloud by someone else, always in my own head, in my own voice. However, they did […]