Originally posted on HoneybeeWood:
Even the graveyards grow lonely, stones and bones that fail to sing, the hearts that will not pound. It is night, night, night, so black we can not see, as though we are blind inside our…
m.a. wood
tomorrow, the bigger issue
Originally posted on HoneybeeWood:
Finding dignity does not include polls, Dominating forces will rise and fall. Dignity is meant for those, the worthy. What is important and useful to you? How will we navigate the rough wild sea, so much…
River Smoke
What’s particularly appealing about this selection is m.a.’s approach to the subject and how it borders on prose/poetry. There’s more than one thing happening here 😉 Enjoy! Born in South Carolina, raised in Atlanta, m.a. wood relocated to Annandale-on-Hudson… Read More ›
Willow Weeping
Originally posted on HoneybeeWood:
Sun has abandoned our forlorn hemisphere, Willow sways at the water’s edge Her wisps dangle, dancing alone. Missing the shimmy of leaves Long since gone, Their brilliant colors Browned and forgotten, Her yellows and greens Spread…
