Love is not a circus.Still, I watched her perform.I watched her spin around in circlesAnd pretend to fall.I watched her paint her face redAnd smear…
Poet & Storyteller
Love is not a circus.Still, I watched her perform.I watched her spin around in circlesAnd pretend to fall.I watched her paint her face redAnd smear…
I smell the wild on you.How the snow is caked in your fur.When the night falls, what doesIt offer besides survival.And the means to be…
of water from a glasssip by sip,a glass full of time. Second by second,it trickles between salt and brine,traveling through memory. Although the most primalof…