WHEN CUTTING FISH, Poems by John Grey
WHEN CUTTING FISHBy John Grey WHEN CUTTING FISHConcentrate on your fingernot the creature's eye.Given half the chance,the blade will slip,the dead will stare right at you.Don't spill blood.Don't feel guilt.Here on earth,you need to knowwhen...
EMBERFOOT, A poem by Richard King Perkins II
EMBERFOOTBy Richard King Perkins II Gasp, my stranger. Contract like burning paper.You’re distant; as loud as footsteps on anthraciteechoing away from where you once belonged.Hold on to my hand. Just don’t break my fingers.Below the...