Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, September 13, 2010
a child's play
that yellow ball orbits in air drops perfectly in the ditch a child dithers to catch it his hands stick into mud ghosts of dead children haunt his neighborhood