Raw Earth Ink proud to present (and super excited about): The Poets Symphony An anthology composed by thirty-one artists and poets. Inside you’ll …
Black Earth
Grief is the black dirt
that buries a treasure. Continue reading “Black Earth”
Western Seas
I call upon
the western seas,
whose sea foam fingers
are ‘ever reaching, Continue reading “Western Seas”
Coins in The Peat
I’m lying in the marsh,
I’m sinking in the peat,
I’m dying in the dark,
just as the cold
begins to creep. Continue reading “Coins in The Peat”
Tattooed Curse
In the elder times,
they tattooed a curse
over my heart. Continue reading “Tattooed Curse”
The Wind Comes Early
The death-rattle wind
comes early,
sliding in,
a lurker,
a robber,
or a burglar, Continue reading “The Wind Comes Early”
It Wasn’t LCD
The earth clock ticks,
as tectonic plates shift.
The serpent’s tongue licks
at the burning edges
of all of this. Continue reading “It Wasn’t LCD”
Mountain’s Kiss
Gentle, sweet breeze,
kiss me on the cheek, please,
and tell me which way
I am supposed to go. Continue reading “Mountain’s Kiss”
Believe
Believe the wind,
petal… just be. Continue reading “Believe”
Sunset
When the new sun set,
we left our hovels
and could only see
the old sun, Continue reading “Sunset”
Western Hills Unfolding
I won’t believe we’re free
until our sandaled-feet feel
the western hills unfolding. Continue reading “Western Hills Unfolding”
Cotton Sheets
Cotton sheets
are funeral shrouds
of fever-soaked hysteria. Continue reading “Cotton Sheets”