They had to fleeactorsdirectorsin the crosshairsbetween truthand dystopialife under dictatorsof a religious bend sacred fighow your seed does grow this is why Ilisten to the cardinal sing –chip –move frombranch to branch –they know, this pair,dependent upon each otherthat predators withbeaks that grindand claws that strikeloom everywhere this is why Istand my groundtell the truthContinue reading “Delores Haze”
poetry I have written
Anne's mediocre poetry 