Waves push pull; the media bobs at the shifting surface. Waves push pull; we swallow brine like sunshine rays. … More
Tag: English Language Arts
Hands
I have hands covering the beating heart in my chest. But they are not enough to hold the world I … More
Competition
If all the work becomes is competition in suffering, surely, we’ve already lost. Barter your soul in exchange for … More
Demands
Fine, I will write a poem about tragedy in the world. Because people of the world have demanded it so. … More
Mouth Thorn 