Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
this line is our god i was born into a family line grew up wearing the same clothes passed down from older brother to the next until they reached me, the end of the line in school i sat chairs Continue reading casey quinn | 3 poems
greatness is a smoke alarm going off in your head telling you your house is burning and there is no more time to waste no more tv no more movies no more dreams only action keeps the flames from spreading Continue reading casey quinn | greatness is a smoke alarm…and 2 other poems