This is another poem about another boy, whose name I can not share, that touched my heart. It is a tense poem, with short, distinct words and sketchy phrases.
I have a red warmth
burned onto my skin,
and a boiling blaze jumping from my heart
to my thighs.
My God, he is beatiful.
My feelings for him haven't dissipated
-- they've hidden
under a dusty rock, in a dark room,
behind the lockers, under the floorboard
of my mind.
Yes it was physical
yearning,
but he has a heart and a mouth that I both adore.
Badass might be his trait,
but romantic and tight he is too.
My little rebel,
why not come back to me?
I may not always have it together,
but you are my ethical hero;
I want us to have something.
Love, come back to me.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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