• Poetry


    Flowers stained on the ceiling  From unexpected rains  Hidden rivers find new tributaries  Flowing into trains  Drips into buckets  Upon my brain do fall  Wine, gin and vodka  Are the answers to my whimper call  Cringing  Brows furrowed  Teeth slide side to side  Flattened veneers  Enamel lost  For worry and demise  As the entire sky releases  All but eternal doom  Waiting for my lover  Another sip consumed  Each room has its bucket  As a dozen flowers bloom Poem from Heirs of November: Poems, Prose and Protests (2017)