Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
Featured poems from our sports editor Matthew Johnson Sports Editor June, hanging heavy with odors red Dawns on this conscientious life, A far-off player, an unwelcomed silhouette. Those pillars of all those talked about souls Makes me death, awwnd stiffly cold. Take me away from these hard and sanctifying stones And let me sink deep, away from that unmoved nature. You see me haunted … Continue reading Verses from Matthew’s Red Journal
