Poems from Frances Wetherall
If, my love, you choose one thing to know,
Know this, my love, of many you are one
And when summers heat melts into the snow
So will so...
Her eyes can grind rock to dust
detonate a weak man’s heart with a single
look
eyes made of earth
like sand after rain
rest in them and she...
She bleached her hair once.
I told her not to, but she did it anyway and it was stiff as straw for months.
now it moves like water again....
The moon loved the ocean before he loved himself. Before he first stirred in his mother’s womb, before his father uttered his first cry,...
The philospher Heraclitus once said that the only unchanging thing in the universe is change itself.
Meaning stability is an illusion, that...