musings on a busy life
Free verse
You start writingand everyone who stumbles across your cognitive trainwreckstops to look, blindfolding their children until they’re…
trodden lands
limbs and my pliant hands red heart bleeds into the glide fly flutter glissade swift sweep away from here
a Rebel Angel poem
I fear thingsin the darknesswill find me while I sleep I can smell you in the back…
I think every child loves the cold. Cold means snow days and puffy coats that are too big. It’s hot chocolate made with a mother’s love and a…
i’m restless todayit’s unsettling
Poetry by Azura Shine
Every night he is upset