Come again shining and glance in your good time oh naked wind, late morning

Milkweed is conscious of those who are impertinent, as Autumn spreads out and the pods burst the kind of poems I write are ones you read when in need of hope stretched out underneath the vanilla sky. It's interesting the way you twist words to work in your favour, step into the light of day … Continue reading Come again shining and glance in your good time oh naked wind, late morning

Come Autumn, without turning I kiss the night, the maladroit and send him away

And now you inquire about the nature of my heart now, after extracting its nectar and bestowing emptiness once more along rugged edges and oval pores, the liquid amber which you drink of is nothing short of essence, urging Autumn awake from deepest slumber this maladroit handling of the affair has left me in pieces, … Continue reading Come Autumn, without turning I kiss the night, the maladroit and send him away