An ongoing collection of poems. Many of these entries are unedited, and have since been edited, or will be edited, or won’t be edited at all. thank you for reading.
keepin’ the tedium to a minimum circa the extinction of the dinosaurs.
“You…
you are as old as the Mamre oak,
ancient interrogator of the moon,
whose feigned groans cannot take us in.
You write laws of iron.” – Akhmatova
