White lead paint sloughed away, exfoliated by wind and rain. Bright cheeks weathered gray, recalling laughter of yesterday. Wooden legs… Read more Remains
Tag: original poetry
Tiqvah
Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
Grief, personified
Grief is nearly a person. He pulls up his small rickety wooden chair and sits quietly beside me. He is… Read more Grief, personified
Quantifiable
Quantifiable Love is certainly not girl’s best friend, glitter pawned for tears post-divorce. It is not awkward silence holding its… Read more Quantifiable
Just wheat: Only what matters 