“Whispers of the Past: Discover the Hidden Secrets within Roy Pullam’s ‘White Oak'”
The country road Ends at the graveyard In the shadow Of a white church The…
The country road Ends at the graveyard In the shadow Of a white church The…
Throwing mud Making a being From the clay The essential element Of the earth Shaping…
With a yellow pad And a funeral home pen I struggle with words Lining them…
Holiday weekend City deserted Where does everyone go he wonders Evening calling Heat falling away…
Back in the day That was my diet An older bloke now Less meat Lean…
Translucent comes to mind Clarity not quite apparent Your dreams say something Underbelly of desire…
I saw her work The coal stove red Sweat pouring from her face She wiped…
The burning and stinging is excruciating just before fresh injections. But, they’ve chiselled a new…
All the monsters We ever made Never really fade They abide They hide inside Always…
Her bottom lip drags She throws the left leg Like a fisherman casting Pulling the…
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