Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
DIY Obituary Above my head a suffering stone With no mother mountain on this earth to speak of Yet a grave to mark with it I advertise my death today I lost grip On the outside thing On that of Continue reading DIY Obituary by Lubbert Jan De Vries
The bend in the Old Levee Road (translation from frisian by L.J. DeVries) Under a wiped clean nightsky cruising in my sun chariot not drunk, no don’t ! but still speeding like a bullet along the narrow road from a Continue reading The bend in the Old Levee Road by Abe DeVries
Feeding Hyenas look she is there you can still see her faded fur the shy one packdone packshunned fringe feeding you must look she is there never taught to be brave in the end she shall not question nor doubt Continue reading Feeding Hyenas by L.J. DeVries