Guest User December 24, 2020 New Shape of Family Guest User December 24, 2020 …This is to say, we now stand on the other sideof those memories, recycling the pastto create this new shape of family…
Guest User December 15, 2020 Anti Poem Guest User December 15, 2020 I am more than the things that have happened to me. Pain is part, not whole. I can live like a poem: with purpose.
Guest User December 8, 2020 Sedative Pink Guest User December 8, 2020 No word to name it. She knowsthis colour like she knows each drop of milkher mother gives,how crying is the purest alarm
Guest User November 3, 2020 Whose Grief Guest User November 3, 2020 Whose grief do I hold in my hands it is a dark animal shapeasleep on my chest, a stone worn smooth
