Daily Archives: January 31, 2017
.. She’s dragon-dawned in crimson shimmerspark. Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble -melted sky, whispered curl. She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose. She leaves you greened and grinning, right on cue. Skips and spills your journey forward; … Continue reading
Golly, but the world’s got a way of arguing itself crazy, yes? .. An American sentence poem for Twiglets number 9.