My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Small Again
Short Poetry Doug W. Evans Short Poetry Doug W. Evans

Small Again

“there are times—I wish I could be small again
holding tight to azure dreams of an old friend
a mind—that once reliably waited on my voice
in dark partitions of my steely—spinning fears”

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My Refuge of Green
Short Poetry Doug W. Evans Short Poetry Doug W. Evans

My Refuge of Green

“evergreens huddle around my dark sorrows
quieting anxious tines of ravaging nerves
whispering their draught of greener spice
I breathe spellbound in a wilderness temple”

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