Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.
Tag: Poetry Writing Space
Random Set
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
Outsider
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Wednesday Night
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
Visual Poem Trace(s)
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
From a Hopeless Romantic
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh