// Of everything and nothing // I’m no longer writing in ragefor I’ve exhausted it all. I can’t hold the tiny poemFebruary 5, 2022February 3, 2022No Comment
//A vernacular of silence// I am loudbehind a tinted glass,a place where nothing really stays.I write about you in poemFebruary 4, 2022February 3, 2022No Comment
Why aren’t there enough revolutions? I want to meet the first revolution and ask her if it was bearable? Was poemFebruary 3, 2022February 3, 2022No Comment
