You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Edwin Brock, free verse, unsettling, war
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Edwin Brock, free verse, unsettling, war
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, fantasy, John Keats, love poetry, unsettling
The Welcome Chamber 0
Somebody offers to shine your shoes.
Somebody else offers to babysit the kids…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: free verse, G. C. Waldrep, social commentary, unsettling