@manwiththeyes.bsky.social
PhD in English. Teach film, creative writing, and literature at college. I am into music, play guitar and sing and write songs, into a thousand other subjects: my dogs, my son, wife, nature, salt water aquariums, astronomy, books of all shapes and etc.
Here’s a poem of mine.
Bliss
On the bank under the green spring willow,
He loves a woman with his eyes.
She gathers up her dress above the knee,
And steps into the incandescent stream.
White water curties swish round her ankles.
Tonight, the moon will set in the small of her back.
Bliss
On the bank under the green spring willow,
He loves a woman with his eyes.
She gathers up her dress above the knee,
And steps into the incandescent stream.
White water curties swish round her ankles.
Tonight, the moon will set in the small of her back.
April 30, 2025 at 2:51 AM
Here’s a poem of mine.
Bliss
On the bank under the green spring willow,
He loves a woman with his eyes.
She gathers up her dress above the knee,
And steps into the incandescent stream.
White water curties swish round her ankles.
Tonight, the moon will set in the small of her back.
Bliss
On the bank under the green spring willow,
He loves a woman with his eyes.
She gathers up her dress above the knee,
And steps into the incandescent stream.
White water curties swish round her ankles.
Tonight, the moon will set in the small of her back.