We Could Have Been Freedom Fighters
It’s the Solstice & I visit Diana
in her home above agate-strewn shores
obscured by eucalyptus trees
and clouds, dense and gray as tanks
The shortest day of the year … Read more
It’s the Solstice & I visit Diana
in her home above agate-strewn shores
obscured by eucalyptus trees
and clouds, dense and gray as tanks
The shortest day of the year … Read more
There are those washed-out days, ones my mom would
call the days of looking drained, colorless, as washed out
as bleached linen, the aftermath of sleeplessness and sadness,
the palette … Read more
It’s right there in the name
if you’re capable of … Read more