Five untitled poems by Simon Perchik
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
Five poems by Simon Perchik * A click and its likeness can't change, curled the way rain yellows though you hold on almost make out the grin that could be yours --it's been years, minutes and even with your arms apart you have forgotten the smell the fleece-lined gloves filled...
Buy/Gift PRIVATE 32 For those born before television, before sleep became one amongst many options, night was travelled through with caution. Because it was a place where all of the world’s negativity lurked. Night clouded reason and at nightfall the legends of the non-living once again became real, exacting a...
