An amalgamation of one or two lines from every poem I’ve written for my AgoraPoetry series! Enjoy that’s like clouds without the sky. my voice has its own poweran ignition, somewhere. as though a faraway brush has brought us all into existence up up and up it is no surprise now the whispers of warmthContinue reading “Pastiche”
this tea, was made byso many hands,i cannot count them alleach leaf gently kissedeach finger and as i sip,each of theirnameless handsdissolves oneach of my tastebudswith a satisfying ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.