by John McAlester | May 28, 2016 | Poetry |
Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing over me Advancing color schemes Soft at dawn I feel that sunlight rising...
by John McAlester | May 11, 2016 | Poetry |
Heaven feels like You’re still Wearing your nap like a blanket While you sit on the front steps And it’s sunset And you’re a little bit buzzed And you can hear your children Making each other laugh.
