no more bread– I’m a shovel in the hand of winter Published by Dana-Maria Onica 50, eye doctor. I'm "a thinking ant that climbs up the edge of the book." (Joe Salerno) View all posts by Dana-Maria Onica
Giving one the sense of isolation – portraying a lifeless situation. Interesting, giving one something to ponder. Reply
This evokes a deep sense of desolation. A great poem, Dana-Maria.
Great. Full of imagination-provoking uncertainty.
Giving one the sense of isolation – portraying a lifeless situation. Interesting, giving one something to ponder.