tween the heart and NYC
only love poems +other complaints; “that poetry hath chosen me, if correct, woe-betide me, this be more curse than blessing, for the secrecy of love …
body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of …
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I've always written, but decided to start sharing what I write. I find now that I love anything written by my parents, grandparents... (even recipes) …