The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

sunlight (poem)

Jan
15

catching sunlight
on my fingers (more…)

worth (poem)

Oct
30

what is the worth of a poem, caught in the hand
the words that tumble over and over themselves
poured out of a heart that’s too full, a mind that’s too loud
maybe someday, somehow I’ll figure it out