Poems from MARs
Tomorrow's not a given, darlin', so please watch what you say. If you regret harse words intended to hurt, take 'em back today.
As the rain kisses
My face and my shoulder blades
I know all is well.
These words pour out of me alongside my tears. This poem cuts through me like a
dagger. Each verse ages me a few years. I correspond via...
The sky reminds me of you.
The swirls of purple and light pink,
puffs of purplish-blue clouds
having just ceased the rain.
I don't wear...
I sit in the parking lot of a.drive in diner.
There's a fluorescent light attracting moths and other bugs. I see them flying frantically...