Poetry Uncategorized Poetry: Avant le Tempete by Eric_Koenig|Published May 8, 2017 The cool salt air stirs Sprays green quiet And she watches the clouds gathering, growing, grinding Waiting for the teardrop wet to Call them to armsShare this:FacebookTwitterReddit
Published April 18, 2018 Smash Sometimes, among the granular stars when someone smashes a hi-hat like some jazz short-form and all I see is infinity It’s nice […] Share this:FacebookTwitterReddit
Published May 30, 2017 Ekphrastic: A Bigger Paper Bag Father John Misty possessed by the spirit of Elliott Smith Preaches like a holiday reverend Over rhodes piano riffs and Figure 8s […] Share this:FacebookTwitterReddit
Published July 16, 2019 Hierarchies are established in Bakuman Chapter 6: Top and Bottom 4 comments In this chapter: the importance of Discomfort and Hard Work in the Pursuit of Your Dreams Share this:FacebookTwitterReddit
Published May 20, 2018 Free Verse Lately, in the boston Metropolitan area, the sky has fallen Repeatedly. I wish I pretended to care more. the quiet white Albatross, […] Share this:FacebookTwitterReddit