Charles Doss was a man on death row. He would have dreams. from these dreams he was inspired to wake up and write. When he finished writing he would go back to sleep. He didn’t know what he had written until he woke in the morning to read it. This is a very small collection…

Ohhhhh. Everything has to be in its own block.

The greatest poem ever knownIs one all poets have outgrown:The poetry, innate, untold,Of being only four years old. Still young enough to be a partOf Nature’s great impulsive heart,Born comrade of bird, beast, and treeAnd unselfconscious as the bee— And yet with lovely reason skilledEach day new paradise to build;Elate explorer of each sense,Without dismay,…