Poems: Flit; For Sons of Daughters

Old lore it was – a form of love – that held a mode for living: heed fast the roles to follow through en-route ascension, heaven. Band rates survived the loss of life; a ledge for new fry flown anew, as it was done (respectful sons). A guided stance, atrophied moves. To doff salute toContinue reading “Poems: Flit; For Sons of Daughters”