Dawn breaks, she wakes Runs to work in bare feet Torn dress, wears less To afford enough to eat Long...
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In my old poetry class, we once had to write a self-portrait as an object in our room, and I...
Heaven help the soul who hopes to hold her For her heart is a rebellious bird Her love is paradise...
ears were ringing as Silence descended The environment becoming more and more Indistinguishable There was no Bomb there was no...
It's not fair how you set me on edge. How the sound of piano puts my head on a swivel....
The extremes are where I live Holed up in the cavity of a grandfather clock Confused by the word normal...
To continue last week’s series, this edition features the other poem I wrote inspired by Aphra Behn’s seemingly Sapphic works....