Poetry 1 Comment / Poetry / By whitney PRINT this story Bury your pain inside a canyon with high steep walls. Let old aches ricochet. Scraped elbows echo into arms that won’t wave. PRINT this storyShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related
dkaykelly May 22, 2019 at 9:39 am In a culture that values wordiness, a poem like this feels so fresh. Reply
In a culture that values wordiness, a poem like this feels so fresh.