byfiverinPoets UnlimitedWhen She Sleepsshe sleeps with journals under her bed sometimes sighs, turning pages blankets of tiny stars mugs of green tea and typewriter keys dancing…Sep 25, 2014Sep 25, 2014
byfiverinPoets UnlimitedExperience Autumnput on a folk song smooth twang, wood and steel drop the needle—slowly allow autumn to roll in.Sep 25, 2014Sep 25, 2014
byfiverinPoets UnlimitedWhen We Are Properwhen we are proper, we dance a bluegrass banjo spinning in sun-drenched fields moving with birds’ tail feathers drinking the light of life.Jul 27, 2014Jul 27, 2014