CREEPING THYME, SHE JUST SAID

Steal away, steal away home, as the spiritual sings. That’s the essence of Rubato, poems in the chords of life on my way to here.

There’s much blazing in pain and desire, as well as denial and, well, pretense painful to relive. But it’s true to the path, all the same.

~*~

For these poems and more, visit Thistle/Flinch editions.

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