Enorelle PokeBeds and Ladders — A Poem“Learn to go to bed”; I wonder who is saying? That is correct. It is my brain. I absorb the zapping buzz from a phone late at 11:58 PM…Oct 4, 2023Oct 4, 2023
Enorelle PokeMesi — A PoemKeeping all twelve months And the details personal To someone in 200% working Memory is A bit of an ask. How does a recollection Of…Oct 2, 2023Oct 2, 2023
Enorelle PokeWhen Attics Are SungI felt swingy in my stair climb. The attic sounded “singy” — word or not, I care not. I went up there to season clean. Met a man whose…Oct 1, 2023Oct 1, 2023
Enorelle PokeFall, Autumn. Fall.Douse the winds with your flame leaves, Autumn.May 28, 2023May 28, 2023