The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: August, 2016

31.

Even as I grow soft in the center.

30.

Because the poems write themselves.

27.

Taste of blood/ oranges

23.

(does my talk of foxes confuse you?)

19.

(I always imagined nights to be darker.)

17.

(poem was here.)

16.

(The light which keeps falling and getting back up)

14.

(poem was here)

5.

(poem was here.)