by Mary E. Lowd
Death is too big a subject
To come at straight on
You need to circle around it
Stalking it
The way
That it stalks you
Until the whole thing
Turns into a dance
And when words dance
They become poetry
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
Death is too big a subject
To come at straight on
You need to circle around it
Stalking it
The way
That it stalks you
Until the whole thing
Turns into a dance
And when words dance
They become poetry