Poems from Shannon Marks

  I find genuine peace In living in the grasses Far from the city noise Where I can be free. "Tell me something" They ask as if an answer...
  Cracking bricks upon auburn bricks Delicately placed by pious hearts Fearing the rising sun of each day Closer to the arrival of their...
  Armies of drips falling from my cheeks.  Too old to live, too young to die.  I loved you, my heat still sings.  Good god the pain does...