Devourers Zen focus music oozing through the speakers. You’re all scattered: not just breaths, but thoughts and feelings too. You’re calling all those seekers: poet,
Tag: Thomas Zimmerman
Eighteen By Thomas Zimmerman
Eighteen Those weekend nights, I’d leave the house to drink and drive: Volkswagen Beetle, first-love girl- friend (call her Fancy: that’s one way I think
Two Poems By Thomas Zimmerman
Glance It’s like a book, a piece of music: glance from someone you believe is beautiful. In fifty-mile-per-hour wind, or under skies as white
