ximena-garnica-c-piotr-redlic584ski-6Recumbent veins trace

The migration of ink

Over snow-laden planes

Gelid fingers falter

Unable to ignite

The hearth within


Lately I haven’t felt like writing poetry. I know what is this blasphemy!? Truth is even I have days where all I really want to do is watch bad television and eat cookies. Maybe because I am sick but I just can’t seem to find my mojo at the moment.