Tag: creative writing

rid the body of summer a walk in the rain

night rots in the concrete

this frail body a library of seasons

tripping on sparrow talk

red blue blinkers stranded in night’s rain

nightfall not a dream storm grows

to bed with a head full of fires

rush hour becoming one with flesh vortex

savage storm cloud teasing us with drizzle

chilly salt winds from the belly of aged sky