Poems from SCS32

It's 2 a.m., on a cloudy night as the man trudges down the street. He looks at the ground, then over his shoulder as he stumbles over his...
They are imbued in doubt  and therefore can never be certain Their hearts long in the past and therefore cannot embrace the present  ...
 It was in the clove of seasons,  the flowers were stained. The grass around was wet, from the night when it rained.   A tombstone now...