By Rob Schackne Water of life where sometimes life cannot go two sides of spirit no argument of deep things the outlaws talk the single malt satori tomorrow the rent is due all the rivers next stop no stop
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
