David Estringel

what to do with these moody blues?

words capture little, collapsing on the tongue.

like wicker baskets of water,

the head can’t hold thoughts

that run cold, along the lengths of silvery city streets.

hope shimmers from afar–

Solace–

beneath the amber promise of errant street lamps.

what can contain the things that teem and spill

from gray matter

and make red this life’s blood?

Black ink.


David Estringel is an avid reader and poet. Writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Indiana Review, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7, and The Good Men Project. He is currently Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez and editor/weekly columnist at The Good Men Project. David Estringel can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man).

Previously published on Expat Press.

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