Poems from AlauraSporleder
Then there was the sound of constant drumming,
And the mad men clutched their temples running,
And I curse the memory of the damned damp...
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the...
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the...
When I was six months old,
my father died and left me,
He was a mixture of antidepressants and Camel cigarettes.
His truck became his...
If I could change one thing, it would be the way that the daughters of Eve looked upon their flesh.
Or the way that they so critically...