C.M. Crockford: 1 Poem

Mark The Place

I'll take you in the sharp and hollowed wood,

Moving like the world was stripped away.

Tearing into steaming teeth.

A rabid dog meets another.

Give me a drink of

What's-between,

Salting heavy tongue

In such bloody fires.

I'll take you to the baited breath,

Where the riders meet,

Whispering to their horses

Against a red desert sky.

Mark the place on scarlet brown skin.

That's where my lips belong.


C.M. Crockford is a writer on the autistic spectrum living in Philadelphia, PA. His work has been published in Ethos Literary Journal, Paradise In Limbo Magazine, and Oddball Magazine among others. He also a columnist in No Recess Magazine.