(Poem) A Desert by William Matthews
The world is a desert exclaiming that “I need water”-Roots reaching out, desperate, only for the water to be dried by the sun’s slaughter-Burned away into vapor before a chance Read More …
The world is a desert exclaiming that “I need water”-Roots reaching out, desperate, only for the water to be dried by the sun’s slaughter-Burned away into vapor before a chance Read More …
Crystals of frost in the air-I see my breath-Cascading vapors making shapes of imagined animals of anyone’s guess-The silver light of the moon illuminates the forest at the farthest reaches Read More …
William Mathews is a writer from the foothills of the majestic Great Smoky Mountains National Park. These incredible hills have inspired and continue to inspire William’s writings then and now. Read More …