POETRY

J.D. Crawford, April, 2014

I was warned long before-hand of the mean old witch’s

domain, but young as I was, I cared not

of their wise words. So which I went away to the

woods for something to do, so to say.

An evil, metal hiss rang through the trees,

. . .

J.D. Crawford, October, 2013

She named you “Fairy of Sorrows”

of which she thought you brought her.

But to me,

you brought nothing of the sort.

You cried and kept quiet, because

. . .

JD