Category: NaPoWriMo2025

  • Day 5: the drop

    fingers to glassa sparrow beats her wings our eyes meet before shedrops

  • Day 4: this is not a poem

    this morning i found an orange blossom resting on the ground. orange blossom is such an intoxicating scent; it burns into my sinuses with sweetness. sometimes i fantasize about wandering through an orange grove with someone, snagging a handful of blossoms, and crushing them against the places where his pulse hums beneath his skin. i…