This poem was written by my still unpublished character, Kyle, from a story called ASHES, ASHES, WE ALL FALL DOWN. Some of his other poems are featured earlier in this blog (Aug. 6, 2010 and May 16, 2010). Fingertips Graze my flesh Slice it so it spills crimson On sand Slips into the sea With a last ...
A Jean Toomer Reader, Selected Unpublished Writings “Life, human life, we must use, but its use should be accompanied by dimensional transformation.” “Without denying a single element in me, with no desire to subdue one to the other, I have sought to let them function as complements. I have tried to ...
