A child born before her timeRunning out of time
One foot past, one foot present,And forcing face to the future
Never enoughAnd always more than enough
Time, Slips like grains of sandLeaves marks on our existenceMakes usDestroys usKisses our woundsMakes us vulnerableExists everywhere, but…
Your writing is like a holiday and like coming home. Surely it can’t be both. But it is.
My lines do not rhymeAs I had too little timeBefore the alarm began to chime. ⏰
Only a few themes remain to write.Dignity, death, gusts of breath.How of language. What of truth.Yesterday’s where…
It’s that time of the night!where, silence engulfs every note!That time of the night..Where truth stares at your…
The solstice is stilla couple of weeks away,but this place had its earliest sunsetyesterday. I declare winter over!
