RAPOETICS REPRINT: A Hair’s Breath by Lana Bella
A Hair’s Breath My elbow caressed the fine down on your arm as we stood. Perching atop the quiet hill. You didn’t say a word. And, the silence was its own confession. Its distance…
A Hair’s Breath My elbow caressed the fine down on your arm as we stood. Perching atop the quiet hill. You didn’t say a word. And, the silence was its own confession. Its distance…
Calamity Do Fly Away All do lament with backs bent, Some justify as fate sent, All do dissipate as had been rent, Like true gormandize in lent. All are complacent in Genesis, Feign to…
Bearing A Grudge Bearing a grudge- a poor intention of a heart, maybe, rich in good wishes but ought not to be run down, in putting two and two together one can see eye…