About 20 degrees and no snow yet, bitter wind and a one mile path walk to the cemetery. I have come here to find something. I turn over rocks and look the trees. Pass my hand along fences and draw blood along barbwire. I pray harder through here, more frequently. I mix my life with the wind of others.
So Hold Me Tight And Hold Me Tight"The self-assured voice of bl pawelek's debut poetry collection is a blend of Dylan Thomas and Edward Abbey, a marriage of muses world-weary but remaining hopeful with each new day." Order here ... Artistically Declined Press
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