Poems Solace #2 Words collapse on tongues-- wicker baskets of water-- without poetry.David EstringelJanuary 7, 20196 Comments
Poems Vertigo I can barely open my eyes And the rectangular lamps that hang above me, promptly providing light are only making it worse The loud bantering of people nearby are like a series of thunder in a sudden downpour I want…RejectedMay 26, 20171 Comment