Category: writing

  • dripping from eaves this rain knows my sadnessit comes to me as a balma soothing touch on raw flesha chill in the airi can easily imagine a timewhen this rain knows not my painand only falls because it mustback when we were youngwhen we played in warm summer showerslike childrenmouths openfaces tipped up at the…

  • releaseashes lift light in the airas we burn awayflames licking curling papererasing wordsmistakesbroken borders-rjm