Poem XIII
Category Archives: Poetry
Poem: Waving hands
Poem XII
Poem: Bloom
I won’t be a mother.
Poem: Dazed
The room is on fire.
Poems: Winter Light
Poemas: La Madre
Poem VII: Mint green
Poem: Last Night
Poem: A Nightmare
Who was with me, willing to love me
/ That fiery night
Poem: Who You Are
Nightmares turned into poetry.
Poems V & VI: The Cycle & Last Night
Poems II, III & IV: About the dying animals
Nightmares turned into poetry
Cherry Adam 