#sundaypoetry - YEARS
YEARS Ice, wine, Valentine, Murmur me your dreams of sleep. Restfulness, I know I felt long ago, between stairways and stained knees. I...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - LOW TIDE
LOW TIDE THE TIDE GOES OUT LEAVING TINY BOXES OF COPPER WIRE EACH READS A STORY FROM YOU TO ME, IN A POEM BETWEEN TWO DOORS WHEN OPENED,...