Easter Broom
Another poem for National Poetry Month The fabric of night unwinds like a bolt of dark blue velvet across a clean white sheet of daylight. At Equinox the corners of [...]
Another poem for National Poetry Month The fabric of night unwinds like a bolt of dark blue velvet across a clean white sheet of daylight. At Equinox the corners of [...]
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: the gray cat stared at him, enjoy the ultimate, cockroaches and ghosts shared the space, we are awed by our nine-hour [...]