Sometimes I pray because I don’t know what else to do, then drive myself crazy till sunset.
All my life I have been trying to get rid of my collection of stones
We hung out in a park with gorgeously sinister graffiti and waited for the people who’d made it to pass by.
and it’s so fervent it’s clear it won’t last long and I wonder if that’s a message.
Every woman is a mother, whether she has kids or not.
A brief collection of poems written during quarantine.
How are you? Hey, how’ve you been? How’re you holding up? You know. Ups and downs. Thank Gd. We have...