for Death she comes

poem by Brad Butler

for Death she comes not in the dark of night but swirls Her Vortex through the fogs of noon; She blindly takes me in behind Her sight and bears me dumbly towards Her private moon Read more

poem by Brad Butler

Moonlight Dancer I twirl and the white skirt swirls around me rising into the air a gentle cloud Dark beckons and i dance outside into the night dance under the moon and stars feet stirring grass damp with dew arms ra... Read more