Poems from Kibbles
She doesn’t radiate warmth throughout the world around her,
nor does she make the sky outside any brighter.
Not King Midas with his golden...
Something Old:
The children in the torn photo
You hide them in a box along with the other pictures
Whispers of something once perfect
He's...
Dear Girl in the Mirror,
I am the only one at your funeral
But the tears are caught in my throat
Because I watched you slowly fade
And...