by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 18, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Hydro out there is no doubt Smash and crash Is what the wind has been Whining, howling across the span Bending, breaking trees Dashing dreams and all things Seen, unseen. Mutter, sputter does no good Hydro out As the onslaught...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 16, 2013 | Poetry
Monster Monster deep within Cold and dark crawling out Crawling in. Monster As he seeps and rages Destroying all that’s sacred Denied life pure with love By a monster. Monster Craved this cowardly act Coming from within Killing those that should not be Killed...