fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: March, 2019

L’Olympique

Crashing through my thoughts My heart remains afraid It sees what rot has wrought As it scolds – A soul betrayed. Val d’Isere, FR – March 2019

Cascade

Whose rocks are these I think I know. My chalet in the ville below; We will not stop the traverse here To watch our turns retread with snow. Our guide must watch, and think and steer No stop without a decent line near Between the piste and frozen ice The brighest day within in our […]

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