Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
– Edgar Allan Poe 


We’ve got this hunger, see? 
These walls around 
our chambered souls, 
these syllables overflowing. 

Our veins are showing
and we need a place to 
flow. Let’s go. 

We’ll climb this oak 
and build a floor

and spill our stories 


Quickly, day 26.

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5 Responses to PoeTree 

  1. qbit says:

    Great folding in/out of Poe there. Evermore.

  2. Shawna says:

    Oh, I love this tree house! That is so clever! ♡

  3. barbara_y says:


  4. neil reid says:

    I’m coming more and more to love your poems. Thanks for the pleasure reading.

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