Daily Archives: November 3, 2020
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. – Dante this poem is a perfect storm waiting. debating. grating on tired skin. she’s in a mood, brewed too strong and too weak to find herself in any-thing but ink. she thinks. she dreams. she screams in sunlight and … Continue reading
when i wakesweat still slick on brow, i bow and thankthe day for light. Written for Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge.