The sky is indigo and indignant.
Tag: Poetry
Chubb Illusions by John Holland.
As she dances she sings with sweet sickness of her lost love.
The Sky is Coming Down by John Holland
Wear me for a brooch.
Going Down? by John Holland
Floating . . . on the tip of a madman’s tongue.
If I Only Could by John Holland
Time . . . every now and then take out a pinch and breathe it in real slow.
A long way home by John Holland
. . . she dances in the lonely desert of a man’s dry heart.
Abuse by John Holland
She trembles inside the silence of flesh vaults.
Any Town by John Holland
… tanned legs so beautiful they make your heart ache.
By Any Other Name, by Richard Spilman
My love is like a red, red begonia. Doesn’t work.
In This Season, by Richard Spilman
The snake splits open, unpeeling its old self against an exposed root.
Joan Spilman 