windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2015

monkey’s fist

resentment nurtured to the realm of art, though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart

birthday kiss

your family tree is neither straight nor tall the branches twist and sideways reach but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam impervious to rot

laugh lines

it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within


is it the spring breeze that makes me shiver, or the moon, reading my thoughts?

so last century

unsolved paradox: teaching kids about peace while giving them nerf guns