poetry fix | from siberia
Last April, I started each day the same way — celebrating National...
Last April, I started each day the same way — celebrating National...
Don’t try to hide. Winter is the season of what’s what...
This poem is a lyric mash-up I wrote to celebrate the birthdays of Tom...
Oh, fig I’m bare, too, limbs tired from another season of holding up and...
let it go – the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked...
I guess it finally got tired of being in the room. Some walked around it....