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  • Passenger on Books

    PANTOUM IN NOVEMBER   Her grandmother drives her to the library each week, Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek. The golden mane of Aslan flows under her hands, She’s a passenger bound for uncharted lands.   Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek, Onto her voyage, while her parents’ drift seems bleak. Read more

  • Poetry for a Month

    This month, June of 2024, I will write a poem everyday. Sometime I will stick to the form of a Cinquain, which is five lines with a count of words. I can repeat this form  in five stanzas. Sometimes I will veer off the course of formality. And just stick to the number 5 as Read more