this will kill me
this will kill me i await others to awaken poeming my heartbreaking thoughts a son returns from the edge my heart is returned to me by the moments i…
no heat
no heat red-tailed hawk swirls by on my way out watches from a water tower as i glower glow and remember she is beautiful and dim tries to steal…
the paradox of today
the paradox of today in poetry can't we just leave out the *the* or is it more for the spoken naturalness of it in this moment before the return…
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