Images of fire and ice
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
See ashen landscape from your fingers with V8 engines underneath you crush the earthworms, hear the ringers! for a withered graveyard wreath. you ride suburban fiery dragons the machines of […]
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Collaborative poem by @troublegummer @vivchook @MyVogonpoetry @brudberg @stair71 @permabloom Redemption was mine to lose As I looked at the worn space of…
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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