Tag: Sestina

Poetry: Water | A Sestina

You remind me of water, precious and available, yet rarely free. I try to only drown my soul  on the weekends and evenings. Taking paths that lead to…

Poetry: Bug, A Sestina for Mom

You were my first home. That’s the truth. Into the world I went with a push. Our mutual first love, Grandma, cheers to the glee of being free,…