Saturday, March 9, 2019

Prose & Prose Poems: Highway Sirens

Prose & Prose Poems: Highway Sirens: …maples are yawning, skies are darkened, possums are scattering: such dusky odor, and orange atmosphere, but a tear for Jesus: syllabic ar...
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Worn Senses

    Let the gift be faith. Many at war. We emphasize it. Many ask, why? How it feels to own promise. A man chides his understanding, realizi...

  • Immemorial times those feelings affected by lusts.
        It rarely falls as it should. In forcing syntax, one dies. So precedented; one dream those days, and nerves were fretting. Affected by l...
  • Choosing Symbols
        To speak of spirit is speculation, albeit, a symbol, filled with meaning and designation. In my hunger for the symbol, in my thirst for ...