The Late Gold
The Drying Herbs
–-This poem reflects on drying summer herbs as an act of preservation, where change becomes a way of carrying fragrance, nourishment, and…
The Late Gold
–-This poem reflects on drying summer herbs as an act of preservation, where change becomes a way of carrying fragrance, nourishment, and…
SIPS AND VERSES
–a poem where the world has ended but the glass is still warm He stood where once the towers rang,Now quiet bones…
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