In anemic autumn,
breath — a sickle sickness prints
and clots with little death:
a tear-trickled lacing
rot in sentenced gloom,
choking on the fags:
doomed to tint with gray
she dreams in stills.
2 years, mental illness, bucketlist
Meditations from the Midwest
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.
Random observations about writing, photography, travel, and life
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry