Treasure Island

Christopher Withers


Poems of Christopher Withers

1. A study in what not to do -new- 9/16/2014
2. become full stop 3/9/2009
3. bound, the flesh 4/14/2009
4. Darkness and Fool Clown Lips 6/26/2007
5. dawns decay 5/9/2009
6. Days Sound Calm 10/15/2007
7. death is cold 8/6/2009
8. egos sum 4/24/2009
9. exploration: other states 10/29/2008
10. fatherly advice 3/10/2008
11. fleeting days 9/11/2008
12. forever morning hue 6/9/2007
13. fragmenting in natures abstraction 11/16/2006
14. frozen moments and you 11/22/2006
15. hidden people 11/27/2006
16. hidden unknown 5/11/2009
17. Intentions and Preconceptions 1/13/2007
18. less than the dust 3/9/2008
19. Life is -new- 9/11/2014
20. Love entangles semantics 10/14/2007

spider spider

needing the bathroom late at night, silently,
i feel my way through the darkness,
slowly across the bedroom floor.
being careful not to trip or bang, i’m
suddenly reminded of a childhood game, one
in which i’d attempt to silently descend
what were surely the creakiest stairs in the world
(in my childhood memory at least)
without my parents waking

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