somehow a man knows when he's bought his last pair of shoes
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
wiping the steam from the mirror— this longing to be enough ~ Kelly Sargent is a poet, editor, and devoted tea drinker residing in Vermont...
-
sudden thunder swallows the daylight . . . my black candle flickers ~ Rowan Beckett Minor (they/them) is a disabled Melungeon poet and hoo...
-
tiny monster (Belinda) I have the sudden relevance of an extinct wild flower un-pressed, when all her petals are re-levelling. I had been ...
No comments:
Post a Comment