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we make do.

we make do.

we eat worry with yesterday’s leftovers, anxiousness swallowed down with a bit of bread that we bought with loose change found between seat cushions years of empty pockets have left us accustomed to its stale taste it will be another long day today the poems will have...
she is summer.

she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her, the feel of line dried clean sheets, the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam being made in the kitchen along with fresh bread and fig cake with pomegranate i wait by the window for the june rains, the heat ushering in wistful memories of...
There to Stay

There to Stay

  She gets lost in his chocolate eyes, and dark hair that frames his face. She’s captivated by his easy spirit, his loving heart, his piercing gaze. He knows her demons, accepts them all He knows her mistakes, understands her flaws. He’s the anchor...