High in his tower, the poet stood by the window. The sky was grey. There would be no stars tonight. … More
Category: poem
The Sunset
I hate the sunset It took my day away “That’s God.” It’s the ugliest moment of these twenty-four hours I … More
By Banana Slug Falls
Are you a banana, banana slug? Tell me Do Tell me do I feel my mind, I literally feel it … More
Poem for Paris in November
violet air. ce soir. music plays in Paris. and the worst elements of us whisper. and the best, they leave here, … More
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