Fearless

now I spit out the bloody tooth and smile nothing scares me I’ve already seen my death come on, that’s it what else you got for me? - B. Brown This poem is from my book, Amnesia. Sometimes I have to go back and look at earlier poems to find my place again...

The Last Mile

she was anxious, excited upset that she had to come, that the drive had taken longer, that the sun was shining brighter as if it were the proper time to climb from the four seater with a beautiful face turned dreadful and grim, with limbs and whims to struggle composure, reluctantly entering a room lit... Continue Reading →

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