Category: Shuffel

Some exper­i­men­tal poems I did while work­ing at The Hud­dle in col­lege.

time holds pres­sure less
into fifty-two bright strikes
grind mem­o­ry gen­tle sift­ing hand
sta­tion-mold eyes and stretch clouds
or steal rain, envy the moment
wear­ing steel glad­ly, the pass­ing
serene rolling grey evening
lis­ten thun­der­crash