Poems by Poetic Form

Come What May

The curtain blends into my skin, as if asleep I had always been. Disrupt fright’s cage, let light...

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What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

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Concealed in a Rose

When I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...

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