Everyone keeps sayin’Saturn is eating his childrenSaturn is devouring his son Got Goya all wrong, guysThat’s me, the poetRemoving my…
Today’s Sonnet
Loving you ripens me, tender and sweetEarly before dawn I wake with you nearMy hand to your chest to feel…
The Image of Music
What is the taste of this key, this single note, this melody? Is it staccato and spicy or is it…
The Tiny Poet 