Poetry 112910 by Maqlu|Published November 29, 2010-Updated August 23, 2014 gloss black horn or hair silver mist escapes thin lips is this not your time insulating unseen pelt highland coded DNA
Published November 22, 2010 112210 dim weak daylight creeps into exhausted green eyes a reprieve from dreams but no relief from the grind silver not gold dissolving
Published November 15, 2010 111510 Gone to earth, buried a mountain of secret lives the burrow’s too shallow to give proper burials remnants reveal themselves still
Published August 9, 2010 8910 in his fantasies his cortege is thousands strong hanging on each word if he opened his sealed eyes he’d see they’re already […]
Published March 6, 2012 3612 across the river faint strip of orange stretched out to curse St. Elmo tickle the back of my throat with all that’s […]