Another question of time—and a new, original poem.
A Question of Time
Every time he leaves, I hear his death. An original poem.
The Dream of Now
"You carry day out of the dark, like a flame."
Justicia
I was planning to recite a comforting poem today. I changed my mind.
Twenty-Seven
Looking for myself again and also trying to lose her
Tara K. Shepersky 