A Courtesan’s Soft Flesh Foretold July 18, 2024 | 32 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems In vain have I cried for wholesome bond, thought society to be dead and overlooked stretch of rocky terrain punctuated with patches […]
In reply to Connor [the art of cutting back] July 9, 2024 | 28 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems It doesn’t always flow out as we intend it to; isn’t fulfilling like a sky, a wash of gold like a summer sunset, sometimes […]
Crabapple Tree July 8, 2024 | 17 Comments | Poetry, Present-Day Poems Landing on both feet is nothing short of art, I realize as she jumps gracefully from top of the […]
