by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 1, 2018 | Poetry
I remember memories Both sad and joyous Memories They come to me When I don’t notice Memories My mind will be elsewhere And suddenly they’re there Memories Real or imagined Staring at me Laughing hysterically Memories Nothing seems to matter Cause I...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 31, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Halloween comes creeping To the door All withered, stooped asking for Trick or treat Maybe something more Smiling toothless face leering Into vacant space Blood dripping onto gruesome cheek Screeching voices crack the night Laughing hysterically No remorse if no treat...
