Warmth
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
From the Poets Collective anthology, Abandon the Shadows from the belly of beginnings he whispered to me told me his …
I enjoy quiet moments in the forest where I can escape into flights of fancy. But oh how I …