by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 3, 2017 | Poetry
When I sleep and rest my eyes My mind she thinks Ten thousand things Sometimes waking dragons And awful, horrible, terrible things Or she rests in peace Delving into more magic things Flying high with no restraints Unencumbered by earthful ties She...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 2, 2016 | Poetry
Tortured thoughts Ricochet thru my mind Leaving harrowing things harbouring Crying Those that I don’t like to find. Why have they come? Why won’t they go? I need not believe in their anger Vengeance I need not tow all this piled up This awful collection of...