By Rob Schackne A utopian flash to be a rock and not to roll nothing says solar system like the rain wind up slow eyes birds scatter I mop the floor a poem or two clouds clear
Poems by Rob Schackne
By Rob Schackne Yesterday It meets the eye yesterday we met migrants walking on the beach out of sight they turned waxing crescent yesterday we met they came back there was a boat that's not it what meets the eye yesterday we met a bloodbath yesterday we met at the poetry shop yesterday we … Continue reading Poems by Rob Schackne
Academy of the Heart And Mind 