Poems from Hannah Taylor
Happiness hiding in a heap of dead stars.
Beaming faces, maskers flowering red.
Stars small and bright tickled into her eyes
Crowding her...
You hold onto me as though any second I’d fade away into the storm
That knocks on the shaking walls and the pounds on doors
Like an old man...
Poly Fortitude
I am familiar with every sense of the word
Each rope cut
Each slit sewn shut
But the moon was purple tonight
The masked...