Your heart beats for a father pacing forth n’ back inside the hospital corridor weary and frantic, thinking in fear of losing his daughter, cascaded...
If the moon was full Reflecting your breaths Fogging up the window If the moon was halved On behalf, your side bright Mine dark, out of sight If the...
A field of grass, runways sanded and topped with four cream bases waiting to be scuffed brown by laced cleats and hand palms. And a mound ten inches...