Stuck in a stroll, always sky in control. – mh clay
A Fall with no landing only turns on turns in promising directions. – mh clay
No more rocks? No more us. None left to blame… – mh clay
Trainspotting to transporting; a rare visitation from the blast of a horn. – mh clay
Use this day for repose and recall. In the New Year, we’ll clean up all (maybe… maybe not). – mh clay
Eye to eye; we strive to stay in place when being is the thing. – mh clay
Mirage or mirror, this sip of existence is hard to swallow. – mh clay
He might be we are him and all vanish in time, so… It’s nice to be noticed. (We welcome Mark to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay
It’s all womb; from silence to silence. – mh clay
Let regrets over triggers pulled influence future pointing of the gun. Peace, first! – mh clay
