TW Featured Poet
a white tower of spray punctures the blue sky
a white tower of spray punctures the blue sky
I write poetry because it’s what I do, just as frogs croak and mathematicians ponder numbers.
Schmaltz seems to attach itself to such writing like a leech.
My religious faith was a mess. My search through the Gospels fired up doubts about the dogma of my church.
These are memories like dreams from/a previous life that flicker in an updraft