Daily Archives: November 6, 2018
once flocked in periwinkle chalk. if found, please breathe it to the stars. ..
forgive me, for i discovered these words between tomorrow’s teeth, and the silences of stones. .. In November, we poem. And poem and poem.
.. This poem is the magnificent mum -bling of her truest heart, a violent stuttered start to some darkest hour -long daze. This poem is tired of all the lies and lines and fragile fine ties that strangle, bind and … Continue reading