Poems from arzelia.williams
Pulling weeds from an already dead garden
is not enough;you must start at the roots.grasp
your heart like a pen leaking only enough ink
to...
I am open to the world
a smell of fresh cut summer grass
circulating the air like silk
not fully bloomed to the eye’s view
Why didn’t the...
When your father walks away,don't cry.
Because your fingers formed in the womb of your mother
before your father even knew you existed
and...