Poems from chunkycat

Among us still roam the crusaders, who with the blunt ends of axes  gently ring our doorbells and press their fierce, hooded gazes against...
  1 The clouds slide past  and rising, rustle against the blank sky. Their grandeur throws me off balance.  I wish I could throw off my...
feeling the red, white, and blue shadowspool in my crosslegged lap. Faraway gusts of awed laughter ripple through me. I wonder if the...