Fragments of broken glass this room’s dimensional windows a stone’s throw away, living on the edge too long. Silence dances in darkness through an altered state. voices, a regimented life! Toy soldiers living not in dreams but regimes. I stand, inhaling plumes amid cumulous vapors an air sifting … Continue reading Fragmented
My thirst for love arrives From the orange of skies, in a poem equal explorers of veracity a truth known only by, the Poet.
All Poets Hidden John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 2:03:45 AM To all the poets hidden in sight, I wonder often, working through the night, Have you considered style upon style, precisely your manner, writing all the while? Have you witnessed the drab clouds of your mind from the start, delving deeply within your depths to … Continue reading All Poets Hidden