And there I am, like a devil before your eyes, bouncing from lash to lash to make my way down the race of your skin and glide my fingers across…
With hands raised
The tranquil flow of the village is no more.
Here are the poems I wrote for those who participated in my Tumblr poetry project for National Poetry Month. Each reblog of the promotional post counted as another blog that…
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