10 children playing in the rubble, little do they know, tomorrow they will be nine eight missiles crashing into seven homes at six a.m. Tick, Tick… five people killed in …
Category:
Poems
-
Their words and voices echo in my brain.
-
My lion’s mane comes roaring in.
-
It feels as if I’m only losing my years. It consumes me.
-
Do you remember the memory of that sound? What is it about that great sound that covers you in a memory glove that takes over you and spins you around …
-
If you asked me today, I would pack a bag and run.
-
Now you don’t call me by my name.
-
Naive Like flipping off evergreens Out of envy I still love you Just a little less Than before En repose I thank God For the deer The chipmunks The bunnies …
