Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Posts from the ‘Our Universe Is Dead’ category

Ruggedly Handsome

His forehead furrowed with a wrinkle of time And the stars as freckles shined on his cheeks His nebulous eyes, shouting out charms into the mist…

Dumplings

Stick ’em in a pot of lava, Jesus said As he fed the chickens some day-old bread The stars melted and blew up into a thousand…

I might be

I sometimes receive unusual glances when I illustrate the images I see in my mind when I exercise and work out my favorite words In a…