by Patrice Clarkson | May 6, 2013 | Poetry
Anger, frustration, chaos a maze Struggling not to enslave Power is paramount in this I crave Out of the hill I find myself Climbing so dazed. Leave me be strong and right In the thinking I need tonight Figure a way out of this maze See the opening you need And you...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 2, 2013 | Poetry
Tenderness, sweetness, butternut squash Mystery in giving not taking back Flowing freely Never ever looking back. Dogma facilitates masking slack Not telling the truth Only giving back. We are one With what we are Shovelling shit, taking pills For now we are feeling...