Garden Poem
Once I noticed my eyes Were my eyes, The portal became / The wickedest thing. / The meat of the fruit Was the knowing: This face, all my own, / Bruised, bitten, bruised. / In the yellow…
2 poems
What follows are two poems from a private collection (as in: you can’t have it!) written circa 2023. Maybe you’ll see some other poems from it somewhere else someday. I had a really cool title in mind.…
Hannah/saying/things 