Poems are weird. It’s hard to tell when they’re done. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re anything at all until they’ve sat in your mind a long time and somehow not disappeared.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Poems are weird. It’s hard to tell when they’re done. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re anything at all until they’ve sat in your mind a long time and somehow not disappeared.