Marginal words Always say the Most, Tucked off to The side, And not often Read; But that's where True thoughts Go. Like unspoken Things, the Words between The ones Spoken. The ones Nobody listens To.
The crack, thinner than the gossamer thread of a spider’s web, suddenly feathered out and drew that previously invisible map of cracks and lines that had been etched into her soul by time, and life, and love. She collapsed with... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 