On Writing

Poem 6 – The Pause

The Pause she must rememberto stop forgettingwhat day it is in the grand schemethat is when the blood will flow there is a wreath offorget-me-lots circlingher womb – a halo ofpure blues seeping scentsdrug-like dulling the light that lives in thehearts of her last few eggs no, she is not as ripenor as nimble as heryounger golden garden just… Continue reading Poem 6 – The Pause