A documentary filmmaker who has just recently began to stretch that creative writing muscle.
The me that was you
will be the you that is me
By Zachary Keifer10 months ago in Poets
A pinprick is all
it could take to reduce this
to water and salt.
By Zachary Keifer12 months ago in Poets
Only a mountain,
if you choose to give it form.
See the reflection.
By Zachary Keiferabout a year ago in Poets
Maintain the mountain,
for an amount uncertain.
An amalgam of dirt, rust and flesh that would just hang in the air heavy like dew on grass. It was long past the blood moon, but they were here nonetheless.
By Zachary Keiferabout a year ago in Fiction