Poem: Tempest

Tempest The noise in the nightslit my throat.Listening for the creep of DeathI hear the sudden hiss of rain rolling off a prairie storm.Wide open as my eyesMother sky’s tempest thighsbirthing midnight squall.   rhon drinkwater © 2009

Need a web site?

Dear LJ friends…. are you pulled in several directions with all the social networking sites? Sad to see LiveJournal is on the wane? Have you been thinking about having your own site?  You should let me build you a centralized site for your blog. I can transfer your existing livejournal posts into an easy to use content management system, empowering you to create pages… Read more →