I always assumed death would devour me in his dense boney fingers, snuff out my life, like crushing flies on a window pane; and forevermore I would write of the blackest mold beneath my eyelids. However, books with spines spewing sunshine and colorful ribbons sheltered white sheets of paper inside me. Now, I press at [...]
Excuse me, Winter, Won’t you please come to tea With the rustling wind And yellow, red, falling leaves? And when you leave, Go giving a present– A beautiful flower Or butterfly pendant. But please be swift. The tea will be cooling In the night wind. With Love, Sincerely, Autumn _______________________________________________________________________________ For Enoch’s bio and more [...]
A pine cone Bit through the seat of my jeans, And on that day I vowed never to climb pine trees. Never again would I feel The sap underneath The triumph of A climb’s ending. There would be just the memory… …that, and the falling… _________________________________________________________________________________________ Enoch Thompson is an aspiring poet and storyteller. He [...]