A Poem For The Present
I wake up every mourning in a world packed to the rafters with His & Her handguns, heart hammering and …
I wake up every mourning in a world packed to the rafters with His & Her handguns, heart hammering and …
Words like ‘major’ ‘disaster’ ‘tragedy’ ‘terror’ ‘change’ and ‘death’ leak like oil from the paper in daily doses. I swallow …