G. H. Michael Mosher II : Writing

Nothing, there is nothing (a poem)

Nothing, there is nothing (a poem)

A Poem by G. H. Michael Mosher II


Nothing, there is nothing. Nothing have I found, there is no balm. A heated blade is best, makes butter out of flesh... Blood is red Blood is red ..
Blessed Amnesia

Blessed Amnesia

A Poem by G. H. Michael Mosher II


I wish I could forget Everything I ever knew So easy to forget Everything that I've been through Amnesia my affliction It's that for which I pray..