Circumscribed
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad
August 3, 2025
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate