risk brokenness to gain everything.
Tag: risk
Sonnet XVIII – Fear Not the Poet
Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
repetition suits me fine
the triolet’s a form I lovethe repetition suits me finefamiliar fits me like a glovethe triolet’s a form I lovePerhaps … More
exposed
a dagger through the heart is generally no one’s preference…
dangerous tools
she wants her hands upon the tool / the danger that it holds compels
breakwater
a secure shelter in time of storm
