ely whitley, poems

A vision in the missed

you pass her in the street, she lives with me

a winters tale

a winters tale comp entry

breasts

The birth of the curve. They rise and fall while they rise and call the touch to their diving lines. A soft skin quiver, a bounce- a shiver. Tender,...
Cherry

Camden cemetry

copy to accompany a photo of graves at dawn in Camden Cemetry