This is the beginning of a new week.
You would hear many voices again.
Negative, some familiar, one God’s.
Whose voice would you listen to?
Excerpt from ‘Conversations from last night’.
Tonight, I want to write me some poetry. Not about balloons and ice cream Or battered hearts that have grown resistant to pain, Or the characters I met that would make a good story… Or boys and the one that got stuck in my head. No. This is “my” poetry. I have been trying too […]