Poems from SPAContreras_
I sing in honor of death, the none believe in making dreams awaken, the years will wrinkle as you’ve done. I sing in honor of death - the...
He proceeded to wallop at the stumped rocks in front of his Aunt’s home. He had avoided any given chore provided by the three women, and...
Close the shade, just a tad peek will do,
because even the dawn blares through,
mind can take so much, only then do you lay
and recycle...
She imagined a room with no doors or windows, a cold stick to the floor as she sat wondering what it was she’s looking for, are you in or...
It was that cold small chunk of the sidewalk
What stood the same despair as we follow Tom.
And yet, the smoke will cover our senses with...