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poems 1 Minute

©2021 Michael Raven

born of raven
black ride skies filled
tumblefall and tattered shawls
wrapped around your neck
cliffs in saltwind
o'ver chalk white stone
i kissed your hands
bound the flowers
twined in your hair onyx
flesh fair and wan
you don't recall
you don't recall
you don't remember
anything at all
Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash

Published by Michael Raven

Michael Raven has been murdering innocent words since some time in primary school and hasn’t had the decency to stop after he was first published in second grade. During the mid-90s, he was the emcee at a spoken word/open mic salon, "Sweet Immolation", in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood. He is deeply interested in the Old Ways and in shamanic traditions.

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