Tag Archives: A life in poems

Empty writer
Possessed by the fiction…

Leave the table with an empty dish…

Between the vibrating strings…

4 o’clock Eastern
The Sun was up
Windows down…

Airborne lumberjack
Cutting away air…

Curled in the cold
A canine Ouroboros…

Color of life
And the color of hate…

The rise and fall
The sound of wind…

Who knows where this life will go…