Karrick_Russell

Panama, whether in the Pacific or the Atlantic, and other poems

Panama, on this street and in this time we’re missing, Before my days and nights (And from this poem) oscillating like water between lilies, With its fortified walls and buildings[…]

Excerpts from Singing Through Clenched Teeth

Like frightened birds after a hunter’s shot—My dreams scatter in flight when I open up my eyes[…]