Poetry Blogs (2019, adoption)
trevor homer on STILL LIVES, DISTANT VOICES - a love story in 4. acts. (1 hour ago)
Jemima Jones on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (1 hour ago)
Left alone, just 4 days old. Four days of seeing your face, hearing your voice, caresses and kisses.
The bond never broken as she walked out the door.
Papers signed and sealed. She had to go just a child herself. Her now shameful secret forever to keep.
My heart always empty for her, the search always vigilant.
The dream, we meet, She is still the child hiding. I am now the adult. ...
Friday 12th July 2019 7:30 pm
You were wearing purple today. Purple is going to be ×××'s color now. But blue has always been mine. That's how I knew I was ready to give you that letter. You were wearing my color...
Your eyes were a brighter blue today. After you came in from having a cigarette, you walked past me, then paused. Coffee and tobacco smoke. That's what you smelled like. That's my smell now.
"Just under a minu...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:45 am