Poems from Angela Brown
Eyes wide shut,
I can see the dead caucuses
of ash and dust mites eating at my flesh.
I have become the old tired drunk suicide.
My...
What's Happening?
What's Up with Us?
What's Going down?
What do you do with a broken heart?
I do not know how it came to this.
My heart...
I thought I'll never come to thisI thought I gave my heart to youNot like this, we come to partToo close, too far, the river is deepI...
I thought I'll never come to thisI thought I gave my heart to youNot like this, we come to partToo close, too far, the river is deepI...
She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,the canebrake rustlingwith the whispers of leaves, andloud longing of hounds andthe ransack of hunters...