Halley Davis

poem by Halley Davis

Sand edges banks of tiredly climbing waves and my heels feel relief. No stepping harder now on the softly spoken ground when laying head on fallen leaves. Don't pain me says the grass dont betray me says the trees I will stand... Read more

poem by Halley Davis

He smells like a thousand years done right, Braiding through meadows in the dry after noon. Like every flower petal came from his roots.... and they did. He smells like the dirt at the bottom of a tree Where for a thousand year... Read more