(Homage, Sir Henry Howard) “Strife was born… the elder daughter of black Night.”… Read More “His Work Killed Him, A Puzzle Box Poem by Christopher Sanderson”

I grew around it, This point on my back, I think of it/and I feel it/as being smack between the very bottoms Of my shoulder blades/but it isn’t.… Read More ““…if like a cab you could go backward” by Christopher Sanderson”

“God is Love,” I write to my friends Who are getting married, “Thank you For making more God,” Which I think is a pretty Short sermon.… Read More “An Unambitious Poem That Ends With Something Happening by Christopher Sanderson”