Tag Archives: kerning poems
.. only here in sky of words do we lead and curl and kern ascloseasweplease. .. in april, wepoem.
.. This poem is the syllables of my hot-mess heart, the spilling of my song. She aches for Lake and salt and sand and sunrise and a full fat moon. This poem tip-toes on her un -ambic feet, dangles part … Continue reading
… This poem has no re -morse code, no regrets. It does not wish it wasn’t, or want to be something else, even as it trips over its own un -iambic feet. It’s complete in its im -perfections, its imp … Continue reading