Poems from ESW

Tula Blue This carpet is painful, especially on my knees. Hail Mary or two, maybe even three, depending on my grade in chemistry. Now...
I remember the days when you were nine. Where rainbows cast a kaleidoscope line. Our homes were safe and borders clear, no longer the case...
  King’s Red Hill     I find myself on King’s red hill, overlooking the words, move or stand still. A decision that requires not much...