“I, the moon.” …is this a poem?

And then sometimes, once all the pieces have fallen where they may, I am left with a deep set and desperate desire to come home, To that green, green grass. To that place where mountains touch the sky, And legs disappear amidst a sea of iridescent wildflower, Toes in the brown earth, mud by the…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…