Practical Poetry

Go slow, There’s nothing but here, There’s nowhere to go.   Go slow, Don’t rush,

My body is a loan from Dahma to nurture and care.   Just like I

what if the poem is blank nothing on the page incorporating everything and nothing blank

hands have back and forth and flesh in between wars have us and them and

hurts liberates the new quivers shivers trembles settles done the new adjusts breathes lets the

Every morning i take a leap of faith by remembering that all is going to