Poems from rosemarie
shhh.I'm here.I'm here.cry or don't,breathe and keep breathing.that wasn't very fun, huh? when I got so sad you nearly punched the...
Ode to the Juvies, Who play on the swings, Who run on the grass and pretend to be kings. What a wonder to wonder the trivial things: The...
he kisses my hairand touches my neckmoving in me, moving me,(the wilted flower)(the crumbling rose).you found mesitting in the corner of...
You are the fragrance of dark coffee.You're slow jazz and flamenco guitar -- depending on the weather. You're the sweet smell that happens...
We approached the counter, side by side.I said, “Ladies first.”And, with a trickle of a smile and just a bit of teeth, she said, “I’ll...