Spring Likes to Take Its Time

Spring likes to take its time unpacking winter flowers from dried bulbs suddenly showered with festive rain or wanting blood blossoming like an old wound from fresh scars the earth erupts. Maybe it’s not a very subtle image, but a persistent one that makes the difference between memory & laws—nature, of course, Plays its ownContinue reading “Spring Likes to Take Its Time”

I Write a Free Verse Poem for the First Time in Over a Year

This is a test & no, not some clickbait internet quiz, like “Am I Gay?” or “Which Bread Are You Based On Your Zodiac Sign?” which, for the record, I just completely made up, though I’m positive it also exists—no. Here This is a text to see how naturally the words flow, if they’re lappingContinue reading “I Write a Free Verse Poem for the First Time in Over a Year”