I really do love smoking Though I no longer do Pre-packed or loose Different rituals Same love Firm, edged, rectangular body Smacking...

The black hood lowered Over the round sky Blocking out the light My eyes strained At the artificial midnight My body instinctively...

so satisfying the crunch acorns underfoot #poem #poetry #Writing

The fog lay a thick band onto the grass, a crowd of people standing shoulder to shoulder. I couldn’t see but over their heads. Red and...