by John Grey
Nobody knows me here.
No friends.
I’m totally alone.
Then you call. Continue reading
by John Grey
Nobody knows me here.
No friends.
I’m totally alone.
Then you call. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by John Grey
I strolled through the alfalfa field
circled by panicked insects
and with a storm slowly making something
of the warm, too peaceful, air. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry