Saturday, October 24, 2009

Holy Relic Comments

Rating: 5.0

when once my clay hands began to harden
under the potters wheelded sun
i turned to reach for my shadow
but found only a basket of dried
...
Read full text

nathan martin
COMMENTS
Patti Masterman 24 October 2009

Really, really enjoyed this, this is a keeper. Thanks for your redoubtable words.

0 0 Reply
NikMorgan ... 24 October 2009

Fragile and deep, nice poem 10++

0 0 Reply
nathan martin

nathan martin

oregon
Close
Error Success