Could I but draw, I’d sketch you day and night.I’d capture your sweet cheek line as a peach,the…
I haven’t yet seen the news. When my husband says, “Did you hear…?” I’m a sudden fount of…
poem by Chris Taylor
we would go outside with our knivesand carve sticks into weapons, paste mud on our…
nothing’s free, verse
Free verse
Cast me loose
my heart dried out