Tagged: poem 19
A Nod Here And There
Stop at the crest of hump day to survey the majesty of a week half-done flesh responds to the air’s gentle nudges is this the right direction? Fancy yourself a handsome cut piece of...
The Present Past
Life Poetry The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...
Lost and Found
Poem Boots are covered high in mud Wind running into my skin Break it down to all that’s bare I’m looking for a story to be told Running away from those episodes Words...