some will fall forward
Tag: change
rhythm of another kind
overnight rain is ~ thoroughly thrumming ~ without meter ~ or rhyme
Sonnet VII – Still Walking
Today I wear the shoes I chose myself; Turns out that flight is only for a time.
release
does what it couldn’t
Jagged Bones
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
changing aunt jemima
sometimes changes /
seem random /
and without purpose. /.
those are the hardest to make. Truly.
