By H. E. Remus A short poem about writing indoors.
By H.E. Remus Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A train-track running in both directions, A tunnel in darkness thick as smoke. Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A pill-drenched mind on introspections, A hollow echo when deep heart spoke. / Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A call to love what has come before; A query to look ahead through … [Read more…]
by H. E. Remus when the sage burns to ash and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot turn white and black and soft— like the feather of a dove that you found upon the ground one day when you were young; and the world was soft as that feather, soft as that ash of … [Read more…]