#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood
#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood and mud congealing in folds of forgotten feelings Grasp of realities prance, Br'er Rabbits cultivating reside of reason through the toil of soils in stolen time embroiled in rhizomatic seasons ready to coil at
Greg McVerry