OUR CATEGORY : Chris Crittenden

Dying Man Hears Thrush

she sings like a mild lute, as if peace tuned her arpeggios. i don’t know who fashioned this nymph, or how she dispels a latticework of chirps to lullaby in gracious tones- or why each note strolls a different hall of memory, inlays a sensation of pure touch, my body hostage to dulcet phrase- trill […]

Stream Thought

water drools around teeth-like rocks, growling on a slope that seems the mouth of a wolf, but really grass isn’t fur, and daisies don’t participate in hunts. why would a stream pretend to be fierce? does it stalk cattails or perhaps clouds, their taunting fleece? ~ Chris Crittenden Chris Crittenden says that he is “a […]