Free Verse
The past bleeds into the presentevery memory of yesterdaypainted across her…
call the poets to the tablethe time has come to add heart
I sit at the shoreline in solitude,
Poems swirling and shifting at the edge of dreams, of nightmares. A blurred image, a broken sentence, a crumbling word, a drowning…
for Violet James
Tonight I say your lines before I fall asleepAnd let them drift along my…
the walls do not speak but they movethe lights do not see but they find methe mirrors palms sweat as they wait for me to pass
I’ve always felt that my feminism was a little diluted,
You ignore me,I'll still love you.