Spillwords Press Publication “We walk alone.”

Blue fog, derived from the morning,
Dancing alone in an orchard with the breeze,
In a world torn with a hunt—a slow death for us all,
Then don’t let us go then.
We walk alone into the arterial landscape… Read more here.

You can also find more of my work here.



Categories: Poetry

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6 replies

  1. I popped over and read the whole thing. It’s haunting and lovely.

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  2. I can link to your poem but due to my broken WordPress I cannot comment or like.

    Lovely poem and lovely site 🙂

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