i like to let words go
one at a time
It beckons me. In my deepest sleep, dormant, my mind sinks into the abyss until I become a single eye and nothing more. The lid flicks open in the darkness at the bottom of an indigo sea. I feel creatures. My eye grows legs.
By greg sorensen4 years ago in Fiction
that tacit golden haze whips around wisps of hazel locks falling behind your shoulders it drips and by moment floods the room
By greg sorensen4 years ago in Poets
when I'm tired and the night hangs around like a blue blanket stained with all that spilled ink behind a cut out moon and pin prick stars
just be the scent of hot rain dashing into cracks on the searing pavement behind school ,fine linger, spread, evaporate
Rage leaves behind a broken vessel - glass shards on ripped leather and a cracked frame. Wrought wet pieces of what was once vibrant and is now a silent heap heaves his final breath. Finally aware, finally in peace.
It looms above us rotten now Browned, maroon and beige, and sunk Gnarled weeds chewing panels A flexing frame, a sagging roof
By greg sorensen5 years ago in Poets
red rows fall flat against viridian vertebrae that line trails where my mind makes manifest yellow claws scraping from insides
