Poem A Day – Feb. 24, 2016
Vapor
Sara Eliza Johnson
When it happens the rain
is not black but powder.
A noise bleeds from your ears
and everything quakes
alive inside you:
the circuits of the flowers
lighting ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 20, 2016
Vapor
Sara Eliza Johnson
When it happens the rain
is not black but powder.
A noise bleeds from your ears
and everything quakes
alive inside you:
the circuits of the flowers
lighting ... Continue Reading →