What you are looking at is my online creative writing journal. This journal, designed to track and trace myself as a poet, welcomes critiques and responses.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Improv "Digging"
When a man goes to prison,
he's locked away
from the enemies of rain and snow
but welcomes the enemies
of shanks and soap.
What seems to disappear
for a while comes up twenty years away amidst
sun and grass.
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