Ana Sweeney

Ana Sweeney Jan 2021

It comes at night.
A ghost black as coal.
Moving noiseless and
Nimble betwixt the shadows.

Jan 2021

Luna Maria

I N K

tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write

- L.M.

#ink #poet #poem #write

Jan 2021

Mary Anne Norton

Couldn't wait to see you
Then when I did
I wondered why

Ana Sweeney Nov 2020

You made my world so
Small and so dark that I
Got lost, and I couldn’t
find the exit