Sunday, December 1, 2019

Beside You by C.M. Crockford


I'm weaved in
as stars are with the sky


as age
in New England houses


until we sleep


separate sides
of a king


we are entwined
for so long


but then
we have to return

to what we always are






My poetry and writings have been published in Ethos Literary Journal, Neologism Poetry Journalism, and The Junction among other journals and magazines. The first chapbook of my poems, Adore, is out now from Iron Lung Press. I'm a writer on the autistic spectrum. I live in Philadelphia, PA.

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