Three Days In the Woods (heave)

Church is Poetry. Poetry is Life. A life well lived. Three Days in the Woods (heave), Morgantown IN

Strangers

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins. -Anne Sexton This Anne. She knew what she was talking about. Crowds? Who needs them. Lost souls peer into mine, but i tremble in fear. What do they do when i speak? Turn into strangers. I don’t move. I wait,Continue reading “Strangers”