A Walking Place

In the deep south, palms and ferns flutter, green grass sometimes brown, leaves dried and crinkled crunch underfoot, skitter with wind.

chill rosens my cheeks
warmth eases my blood

A thin path between concrete walls and…


The rest of “A Walking Place” has been removed so I can submit it for publication. Wish me luck!


About Matthew J. Durocher

Matthew Durocher is a graduate of Michigan Tech University. He acquired his BA in English along with a minor in Music Composition and a certificate in Writing in Spring 2012. His style is one of passion and musicality. One foot is firmly rooted in tradition while the other slides dangerously close to the clouds.
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3 Responses to A Walking Place

  1. Jessica says:

    This is so descriptive. So evocative. The images… Wow. “I am here.” There is a lot to be said for just being “present.” Powerful.

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