poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
How can one, manipulate time and space like this?Have it draping my fingers like silk,Laced in details of all things that I envision,I choose the design of my tapestry,It’s thread, it’s depth, the embroidery that makes it,The gold on its hinges,I choose the needle that pierces the fabric,I make my own cloth now, Yet,It is […]