home
poetry
writing
childhood
parenting
God
nature
grief
grace
longing
stars
Thursday, April 28
how still the flower on a windless tree
how still the flower on a windless tree
the lonely color, unseasonal
maybe i'll let the pornography kids
have their sex back; it did me no good anyway
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment