Daily Archives: November 19, 2018
Con -vince me if you can that broken brave is no oxymoron, that we can be swayed toward forgiveness in these silent burning days. That one last glimpse of praise might save us from our midnight sorry selves, our fallen … Continue reading
… He makes a pass and paints her flush, blush rub -bled toxic skin. She calls him ox (y) moron, and the dance begins again. .. In November, we poem.