Tag: war zone

• Storm

  Lately, everything feels like a storm coming. Just yesterday, I was walking down Main Street and looking up at these clouds flying up into themselves and I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, because I was imagining the whole town turning into a war zone. Then I remembered that when storms come, people can […]

  Chris Russell

  October 13, 2021

  Free Verse Poetry

  Autobiographical poems, banana phone, cars, flesh, Food poems, green, houses, Illness/mental health poems, peas, sidewalk, storm, thermonuclear event, war poems, war zone, wedding, windows