Poems from Cynn
Mentally, I paint one mason jar for each year of my life; lined up on my mental shelf are numbers one through seventeen.
Adding a new jar...
Mom do you remember singing the ants go marching every time I was scared or had a nightmare? Your lips in sync with my heart, your...
(This poem can be read forward and backwards)
Welcome a beautiful hell
Like a merri flower you must
Prevail,
Familiars will guide in...