Noah Sanford : Writing

Notes in the Margin

Notes in the Margin

A Poem by Noah Sanford


warm orange sunlightcold blue skywith few scarsstreets emptya dog walkspast
Why there’s coffee stains on my shirt

Why there’s coffee stains on my shirt

A Poem by Noah Sanford


I’m in an old caféwith many mirrors.Waffles and maple syrupsharpon morning air.I seea waitresswith dark hairbetween pink walls andinfinit..
Do you know what it’s like?

Do you know what it’s like?

A Poem by Noah Sanford


Do you know what it’s like?My mind’s a stray doga thousand chimes fallevery hourevery day.The street stinkslike a veterinary clinicWarmth ..
Do you know what it’s like?

Do you know what it’s like?

A Poem by Noah Sanford


My mind’s a stray doga thousand chimes fallevery hourevery day.The street stinkslike a veterinary clinicWarmth is found in a paper bagor kneelin..
I didn't know blue could burn

I didn't know blue could burn

A Poem by Noah Sanford


I’ve been wandering around places like the ocean's floorwhere you can see everythingand say nothing.Out herethings slip out of sight.People beco..