Poems from Talia Smith
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The...
He sailed out to sea to fish a day's wage but the sea did not like him and threw him in rage. The waves got so tall and the sails got so...
We live in a land of hurt,
a land of pain,
a land of passing.
Its throat is burnt,
its face is plain,
its lungs are gasping.
Sweep it off...