in hopes of transformation poetry days we’ll spend constructing and then de as we figure the insides and out and weeks years decades from now when we see our fruit we’ll know there’s no way we were acting alone Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
I like this post. It makes me revisit past thoughts and invite them into the present.