Poems from Iris Pie
I'm a poet, short story writer, novelist, journalist, competitive flower arranger, and long-distance canoe racer. I aspire to travel the world and never stop learning.
I—I—I could—I—I could—could—I—I—I could barely speak.
ice—ice for hands. shiver.
Knotted—knotted ropes for a tongue, not hopes
but fears...
For an amber lady beetle, it’s a challenge to be heard. My hum blends in with the usual buzz of the urban wild. My voice hides beneath...