Summer // Winter

A collection of poems to start off our weekly literary updates. Enjoy! 

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It smells of pine

needles threading

me back,

  in and out of

summer,      heat

cooking the dirt, flowers

supreme into the perfect compliment

to the crisp dance

through waters sprinkles-

sweetly whispering

forbidden secrets of surrender

to the temptations uncloaked

by the white face

of summer’s              anticipated

exhalation.

- E

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"What are you doing?" 

A brief defence

We donned a stogey  

littered with grass. 

And I thought I loved you

But I love everyone

Which means I love

No one. 

And all these things  

will kill me. 

I will end my life with love . 

Its all I think I know. 

All I want. 

- S

Steven Jones