Category: Poetry

while moving out,I take on last glance,I saygoodbye for now,then something blurs my eyes,it rolls down my cheekmy tears,wanting to hide my face, I amspellbound ——– I am spellboundwanting to hide my face, my tearsit rolls down my cheekthen something blurs my eyes,I saygoodbye for nowI take one last glancewhile moving….

Finally I shrank myself into what Aurora hides in her palm. Day does not break a man; breaks what is standing in his bones. I do not know what father said last I do not know which song holds name together I do not know who the night took first. I’m an onion in what… Continue reading Headland With Name