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Tag Archives: Mark Danowsky
Shelter is the only option in the face of a hurricane Even then we are not ten feet tall and are so limited One crazy concept is we can pity a dolphin for being seabound An unfurnished room is a … Continue reading
6s hang in the door —Bon Iver I call each thrush by true name, I’ve given As Caym, first brother to break ranks, blood Oaths over loaves goes this graceful predator Slaying in the name of self- preservation, serious vanity … Continue reading
The glow goes out — a signal of common Only in that cloister where I grew up You could walk the wide streets flicker of candlelight in each window On all other nights — the blue flicker that owns our … Continue reading
Realizing I have not taken note of a single bird I remove my headphones letting in silence Mark Danowsky is a writer from Philadelphia who lives in West Virginia. His poems have appeared in About Place Journal, Cordite Poetry Review, … Continue reading
All that talk about How you feel Depends on the day The way rain is Probably, only sometimes Sad to look at Mark Danowsky is a writer from Philadelphia who lives in West Virginia. His poems have appeared in About … Continue reading
I must want to believe it’s daylight because I see white and gold Those who presume man-made see only black and blue You too can break the Internet with a harmless question Remind them when it happens you thought the … Continue reading
From land to sea a choice to be ungrounded To crawl from smooth waves to rough earth sounds like a bird clipping its own wings Is this why scriptures speak we are fallen? What wells up from a burrow blind … Continue reading