Poem 87

frozen. i didn’t think about the length of snowfall during winters.i’d never seen snow unless they were in films.but i knew winter like no other. i didn’t think about how i could never wear my dressesduring extremely heated summers.it was always not the right moment for me.and with the passing of incoherent seasons,along with harsh …

Poem 77

poem is based on a story I’m developing. possibly bcb. or possibly the story of the Allens? where the flowers bloom… there are dreams. their dreams. she is graceful, truly unbelievable from her dance to her utterance. I see myself spinning underneath the gazes of brown eyes. I know the feeling of her hands, rough …