Aerie
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
Tag: love
Sonnet to Old Love
Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young
Wild Children
bloom and show their gift
Bloom Instead
Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.
#SHRM17 Pre-Read
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
Sonnet to a Poem
Painting curvy colors each our favorite
The Eunich
Surrendered to the mob, the choice they make is hate.
