When death became the flower of his
dreaming faded to blunt silence
When the words he had written
were all that remained
When death came to his bull heart
no one knew him and still some wept
Award winning (2007 Eudora Welty Prize) poet, Jeff Weddle, returns with a new collection of work aimed at the confusing disarray plaguing our minds.
i.d.R. innert 7-14 Tagen versandfertig
Newsfeed | 
Facebook | 
Twitter
