The night-apples stood round and ripe
eagerly so, timid souls began to pick for the sighing bright.
Yielding gestures of those who take flight
scorned themselves blindly
under a ladder, swinging over soughed rinds.
Yet, beyond the twilight
night-apples would be cut;
wandering and singing in the evening.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
