- Support My Writing! Visit Fundrazr
- 5,063 Reads
Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.
Bedtime My son, a writhing eel, Wrestling all the way up, Goes to bed, not sleep. ~ Flowers in Winter Colors spray out of my three brittle blown vases, shivering for spring. ~ The Leak Snow melts; the wall cries. … Continue reading
One of the projects I’m working on right now is a collection of poetry. The only description I can offer at this time of development is that the collection of poems will move between light and dark. While tackling a … Continue reading
The moon ignites the clouds with a sherbet gleam. Hope fills the sky’s white-studded darkness. A fluffy fringe glowing its steadfast homily.