A Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture/Parent Blog
Tuesday, June 08, 2021
our day is burning,
silence like smoke
light seems machine
in interim and enters
anyway, opens the door
to our histories of hope
in arrival--we are blessed
death is certain someday
we get to live out survival
tithing... every happiness
June 08, 2021
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