the poetry collaborative when clouds cover the moon by Neil and Christine My hands are orchids, but in anger they provoke violet bruises. Livid birds screech in a dovecote, wings beating against bamb… more →
maría cristina poesíachristine wrote 2 weeks ago: the poetry collaborative when clouds cover the moon by Neil and Christine My hands are orchids, but … more →
christine wrote 1 month ago: the poetry collaborative If I could only give the way you do Men want me to pop their bones, fill t … more →
christine wrote 1 month ago: ageus speaks to theseus from the underworld By christine O my son, all time passes at once. Black fl … more →