to be or not to be

To be or not to be, forever, that is the question and this not an answer but a poetic suggestion when the road ahead seems mad, twisting, and dire and the dread arrows of fortune

Night of dark shadows

Circumnavigation

Can your small room take the place of a whole wide world? Can you walk the arid deserts of this threadbare carpet? Can you explore the jungles of all these dense memories,
Cherry

Ghost

When I’m dead I won’t come back Rattle my loose change in the dark Levitate the crockery while you eat Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun Shiver your neck with my cold mouth
Cherry

First Touch

200 words.

What You're Going Through

What you’re going through I can’t understand To lose someone close A part of yourself To be broken inside I’ve never lost anyone I loved Family members die I go to funerals
Cherry

Horses

Through early morning market town echoes, I walked past wood squared shop windows, resplendent in their cheese rounds and sunrise sides of ham, down narrow wynds, still tinged
Cherry

Simplicity

but the teaser might be longer than the poem is, know what I mean?

Ragtimers

whodunit?

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