Poems from dacru94
Mija is a funny and yet beautiful word that would make any girl melt at this Spanish term of endearment. Yet, I must wonder if when my love...
In response to Laura Kasischke’s “Milk Tree”
Steady stream
into the unconscious throat
rattling death’s scarring call in denial to...
If you are a waking dormant volcano,
Then I am plains paved with blossoms.
If you are an eruption,
Then I am coming to life with your...
Living without you would be like living without air,
Struggling for gasps of breath and air that don’t quite make it to my thirsty...
How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines?
His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous...