Still life with leftovers
Monday mourning — grey and mostly mundane I’m drowning, breath- less breathing; gathering my words and gardening the weeds, and sun is lost to leftovers for dinner. A short poem […]
Daily Archives: March 7, 2019
Nocturnal sustenance
3 AM I woke up sleep- less, high on heart- beats, belly aches and moonless mania; at break of dawn I sighed, I dressed & went surviving back to work. […]
