body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of ...
where we are
little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their ...
United States
I've always written, but decided to start sharing what I write. I find now that I love anything written by my parents, grandparents... (even recipes) ...
75/M/Charlotte, NC
I've lived on a pinball machine. Frantic off bumbers and flippers and tilting. I love the action but I'm fading and my balls are lost.