Poems from luna.kelly
You never said thank you for the rides home
You never returned the looks in the hallways
The texts with the girl of the same name, I would...
The days of the week each have their own feeling and job
Monday: Tired, listless and a couple more cups of coffee than usual: The dreaded...
A flower from a meadow of a forgotten childhood memory
Carbonated taste of a soda shared after a movie
The clammy sweat from the palm of a...
The birth was a miracle
The mother agrees it was the best day of her life
Her lined face was glad to become a grandmother at last
The...
The class started with the line
"First they came for the Jews"
And eyes refused to meet mine
"First they came for the Jews"
Bubbles...