9.20.2012
September 20, 2012
For Tara
even when our kisses
are as brief and hard to catch
as the sparrow landing on the branch
the bird song will whistle my heart beat.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
