Category: writing

  • the only way out of the wreckageis through the wall of flames — a baptism —like icarus bathing in his melted wingsbecause he dared to dreami dared to dream, too,and i can’t tell if this isfalling or flyingbut through to out,flames be damned-rjm

  • prompt: the sweetest bite of the new season from esb.poems on Instagram the sweetest bite of the new seasonwhen i stun my younger self andstand beneath a cloud of cherry blossoms,listen to the stinging things buzz around me;i pretend i am a flower and you are a beewho lands on my petals and tickles mewith…