clouds are over me;
Like memorized color from the edge of a flameI feel I’ve written this poem beforeI know I’ve read…
Far away under the cold sky, in a place where breeze are gentle and all the sadness are done being…
Kab thamoge? When will you stop?
It is 9:15 pm, last dog walk of the day. Earlier than the normal 9:30, but this day has been too long, and I am anxious for it to end.
A Short Poem of Us
Sometimes the tears won’t come Because they are hardLike fossilized bones,Ancient,The timeworn tears of every womanWho…
Four weeks and four daysTear-stainedHeart-broken Empty No laughterNo soccerNo Ariana musicOr Miranda…