by Billy Reed | Feb 8, 2017 | Short Poem
I also dream to walk in valley fields; along thin dirt roads beyond villages. Away from work and from anxious voices. To sit on abandoned wood wagon seats and see not one person; or maybe one who walks, cane in hand, to the river’s side. I dream to be silent...
by Billy Reed | Feb 2, 2017 | Short Poem
Enroll soon in blue moon’s school for dancing name a reason to stand among those glancing rolling eyes up to the skies; hesitate outside yourself; with joy anticipate leaps stratospheric! Receive moon’s reply, leap onto the floor, dance until you...
