August 6, 2024
It was attempting to spread It came with a sad melody, My heartbeat increased,
My lungs demanded air To fight the need, I felt to let my tears fall…
May 14, 2024
The tides have plundered the shoreline, leaving a reek of decay and iodine leaving a reek of decay and iodine and even the high art of a cerulean sky appears to be something strangely buoyant,
March 12, 2024
She stopped to pluck the tender notes from every melody and cawed discordant words into my each attempt at poetry