“Propped up against the log cabin wall / with a healthy supper swelling his stomach / The smear on his chest, / nothing more than spilled wine” New poetry from Sam Harvey.
“Propped up against the log cabin wall / with a healthy supper swelling his stomach / The smear on his chest, / nothing more than spilled wine” New poetry from Sam Harvey.
“but for one night I mean to escape / so I shut the door and let the hungry shades of the past / throw themselves around the empty walls / with no head to fill.” New poetry by Sam Harvey.
“but for one night I mean to escape / so I shut the door and let the hungry shades of the past / throw themselves around the empty walls / with no head to fill.” New poetry by Sam Harvey.