English poetry

Poems in English

The Maple

The Maple Is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down For twigs that happens To […]

Sudden Movements

My father’s head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head […]

By Their Works

Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting Desperately a better job, Standing […]

What Would Freud Say?

Wasn’t on purpose that I drilled Through my finger or the nurse Laughed. She apologized Three times and gave me […]