Magical, this circling. Mother nature arising kinetically. Wish I could say that for each line of poetry I've written. Maybe, I'm using the wrong kind of ink? What can I put in today's salad to pay homage to the quiet rose & that that hearty yellow? To be determined -- soon.
out of order
ReplyDeleteall dashed on the craggy shore
half-baked solace before the gurney
she has this contraption:
surgical expectations from blasphemous words