Category: Poetry

  • Ice land Orange and yellow Crossed black and white Paper birds made of flesh and bone Hollow and impossible Will spend life above turmoil With a sun that never says goodnight Ash and lava and basalt Rivers of rock flowing to the sea Pyroclastic Can you feel me lurking below My fire and life growing…

  • You can’t unsay the message The words don’t go back in and I am 97% fear, 2% worry, and 1% another thing I can’t yet name -rjm