marsha-singhEcho

American
Sort
DumplingI am a hot little dumpling of a / woman, fragrant pillows, dimples— / I am a sweet and steamy comfor
5
Apr 29, 2022
The magicis gone; no shiny coin / or sacred fawn or star / to set our compass on.
3
Dec 30, 2021
En garde!We're old swords, my / lovely— dogged, not / learning from the two / hundred years that our / city's
7
Nov 9, 2021
BangAll night delighting, / then a duel at dawn; / next time let's not / wait so long.
4
May 28, 2021
My heart on a stick.It's what you wanted, / right? A prime cut, cool / in the middle and hot / to the touch— toothsome /
6
Aug 19, 2020
Buck MoonThat July, / I was a jar / of fireflies; / you held / me in your / hands. I / lit up your eyes.
7
May 6, 2020
Hungry daysOn hungry days, I hail / the hunt, squint my / eyes and spin my guns. / Your heart runs by. / I coun
5
Apr 30, 2020
small graces in turbulent timesAt least my cherry tree / will blossom soon.
2
Apr 30, 2020
DevotionalI've had to struggle / for every good thing. / You came easy.
3
Mar 8, 2020
WomenThere's always one who knows / best, one who makes her best / guess, always one who just left, one /
5
Feb 29, 2020
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write