Matt Penrose
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Lost Part of Myself
where is it? / in which tree did i hide it? / in which backyard did i bury it? / come back to me / light my way / to the mountains / the hidden sanctuary / the stone walkway / the silent fields / thos…
Apparition
A woman, / running outside in the sunshine through the fields, / under the trees – her scent of lavender, / the freshly hewn grass. She waves to me / and calls out to me. Her rich smile,…
The Rain is Coming
Storm clouds gather / on the edge of the horizon / - the birds are gone.
All the Anger is Nothing
All the anger / all the hatred / all the resentment / in this world / is nothing. / In the end / it is only a passing thing / a day / before the next. / There is so much joy / so much beauty / and so …
One Thousand Ships
Her people had nothing to do with this, Ida thought. They did not want this woman nor did they invite war, but now it was upon them and they had no choice but to fight it…
From the High Walls
Her eyes grew wide as she saw an Achaean lift his arms above the battlement edge, holding a tiny figure in his hands. It was a baby. Ida shook and clenched her fists, her eyes sealed shut…
