Death
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Tag: love
Crush
Crush me, I’m easy
Aerie
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
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.”
