Poems from hannah beasley
Hearing the Seasons
By: Hannah Beasley
Winter:
Winter sounds of soft touches,
The light crunch when you step through snow,
The thud of...
An Ode to an uncle
By: Hannah Beasley
You died doing what you loved; Playing basketball
Your tall lanky body was always perfect for...
Clockwork: Spoken Word
By: Hannah Beasley
The smell of rain on the dry earth always made her think of
the way the world works.
Tic tic...