Poems from Nina Farryn

Passions Lines sliding fluidly from my modern plume, Paper a creamy yellowed crisp, The swiftest cure, Yet artist’s fingers lust still,...
Sister Though from nothing, Where hardships bitter weaker souls, A poised soft-lipped youngling, Heart still delicate as a rose, Held...
Nana tells me, ‘White people pale ‘cause all they kindness been drained outta ‘em.’ Shushin’ her with the harshness of a kettle at boil, Is...