A short poem I wrote this past spring. It was recently published by a local literary magazine, my first ever publication.

THis poem is about water in our daily lives.

Some little drops when run on cheeks…

I love you less each time you are cruel.

Your blood was like red petals.

The Wet Window.

It can unbearable being apart from your lover.

He’s coming.

Your man shoots you down far too often.

Water, in tears, shows the true extent of our soul. Without this expression, we are probably most miserable!