by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Poetry
It could be something. Or nothing. Or the rest of your life. No way of knowing, And not knowing is The distance between The bottom of your Feet and the bottom of the ocean. The pleasures of fantasy and imagination Sunlight to shadow dancing on the wall Beside my...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Podcast, Poetry
Hands shoved deep into his pockets She thought, “They belong in my hair” Shoved deep in his pockets. (It’s the question of ownership… With hands shoved deep in pockets He owns himself). Thursday last He stood above the bed Rapturous and disbelieving Knowing this...
