Daily Archives: April 7, 2019
we’re not sure how she got there, or where she’s going next, but we both want her and want to be her, so full and free, ballooning for that pinprick ceiling shadow show. so bright as though she might … Continue reading
before she wanted more, they fractured stars. after the quiet (s)laughter, fireflies in jars. .. In April, we poem. Sometimes a day or two late, when life gets busy. 😉 But still, we poem.