Poems about blood

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

When I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...

Crème caramel, delight astray, after a glaze touches our way, we’re distracted by its glitter....

It’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...

Freedom means nothing unless you’re dimmed, you’re lowered to the beast until lightless you’re...

I’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...