Daily Archives: November 21, 2018
.. This poem is carrying a sign – hell, no, we won’t go! and finding herself lost in the dark hours of the morning with a grumbling stomach and a busted volume switch. Which way is against the grain? She … Continue reading
, We don’t want to be here but it’s not worth shuffling all the way home. This star, a long forgotten spark. The moon, a further protest of the dark. .. In November, we poem.