The day’s gone stale before noon,crusts of clouds I cannot chew. Crusts my lover chewed right throughso quick, I feared … More
Tag: Sonnet
NaPoWriMo#16 Faith will find fruition
Below tulips tortured by frost,the eggs of Easter lay in waitfor tiny hands to imprison,petals shed as innocence lost.Birth is … More
The Waiting Room Blues
Cross caution tape to the receptionist.Notice her polka-dotted plaster pig.If you tip, is that anti-feminist?Brown grass well-past harvest as her … More
Yard Sale of Thoughts 