Lesley : Writing

Always, Like the River

Always, Like the River

A Poem by Lesley


Always, like the river, I wait for you I wait behind the cattails and the tall grass I wait above the rocks and between the fishes. I rush and tumble..
Printing Press

Printing Press

A Poem by Lesley


I'm out of sorts no indentations on the paper no ink pressing each letter into place just empty egg-white space where useless words could go inste..
Seeing Something Large in Something Small

Seeing Something Large in Something Small

A Poem by Lesley


This dull orange bulb makes me see a little less sobriety than I normally see and I cringe at the thought of your brutal honesty taking hold of all..
The Northeastern View of Winter

The Northeastern View of Winter

A Poem by Lesley


They brought in a harpist from Tenessee to fiddle a song for the demons to flee and he strummed and he strummed with a sober intensity I think he ..
On the Futility of Breating

On the Futility of Breating

A Poem by Lesley


I think that for the last 5,000 years the whole world has been trying to survive on one breath of air. Billions of people all intaking the same br..
Betrothal

Betrothal

A Poem by Lesley


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