[tabby title="Poem"] I wasted the love train more than once, most under the rain,and waited till midnight each time. I have no ticket or saved seat again from rolling my heart on the metal line. I gave up on the...
[tabby title="Poem"] The heart twisted inside my rib cage by the frayed ones, still managing the tensionof hopeless love rage, that sort of love which starts as a tiny spark, complexion, face and becomes the flame that devourers anything that...
[tabby title="Poem"] Hello Spring, didn’t see you since last year. Did you miss me? I’m joking, sorry for the jest.I know I have changed, and I am a mess. I lost my virtue to a new cocktail before bed. This...
[tabby title="Poem"] I used to love to play the old spice wars while you were still at work;far from the utensils for the disciplining, you didn't grow with a boyish lurk. I had my own kitchen politic and superstition, a...
[tabby title="Poem"] “Springs first heartbeat honors winters last breath”- Angie Weiland-Crosby April became the funeral father’s song. The Spring of a taste’s mouth full of the shining sun.We recall the smell of incense and intense flowers mixed with dirt and...