Red: The Disaster
It stings / then you feel it /// The rhythmic pulse brightens / What’s see through is seen to /// Drip /// Plume /// & dry
Red: A Disaster
Poetry, Posts and Possibly
Poetry, Posts and Possibly
Red: The Disaster
It stings / then you feel it /// The rhythmic pulse brightens / What’s see through is seen to /// Drip /// Plume /// & dry
Dan Dorman 