Tag: terse poetry

Three Poems by John Tustin

AFTER A FIFTEEN HOUR WORKDAY   Driving home I notice That the stars are green, My hands are pale blue And the streets are yellow Like that old brick road.   The moon is really made of cheese. I can smell it through the fog.   I get to my

“To the Core” by Colleen Anderson

trees, young saplings sprout from solid rock gouged by rivers and canyons blistered by sun  and furious storms toughened granite resists hammering   tremors

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