Reflex
A palm full of crescent moons remains,
A sky without stars or light;
A reflex of rage leaves blood on the page. Continue reading “Villanelle – Aggression – JG”
Reflex
A palm full of crescent moons remains,
A sky without stars or light;
A reflex of rage leaves blood on the page. Continue reading “Villanelle – Aggression – JG”

All of the angries!!! Let’s leap from whimsical galumphing to hard hitting villanelles; from random and abstract to deeply personal and intimate; from fun and light and imaginary to graphic and dark and all too real. Continue reading “November’s Theme – Grrrrrrr Argh”