Asia BradleeMorning ritualWhen the early morning light peeks in, throwing bright slits across the dimly lit room, that’s when I️ love to watch them.Nov 5, 2017Nov 5, 2017
Asia BradleeThere’s something about OctoberThe dull click-clack of my boots against the brick echoed behind the crooning Frank Sinatra piping through my headphones. I watched the dry…Oct 31, 2017Oct 31, 2017
Asia BradleeStirThe rise and fall of your breath Still plays Like an accordion in my mind.Sep 2, 2017Sep 2, 2017
Asia BradleeinPoets UnlimitedHazeYou only see in black and white. What is or isn’t.Feb 13, 20171Feb 13, 20171
Asia BradleeBlue ClockClean navy linen and a stiff awkwardness. Unsure and calculatingFeb 3, 2017Feb 3, 2017
Asia BradleeinPoets UnlimitedPalmettoMetal against metal Palm against palm The blue room glows Like the casual brush of a hand.Feb 2, 2017Feb 2, 2017
Asia BradleeLushThe humid air lets the true blooms flow. As the flushed love stands, waiting in the sky. It delivered a taste like none before; A taste…Feb 2, 2017Feb 2, 2017