Poetry to be, for what it was and to become

Today I saw a bird flying, it was so small, flying through the evening sky, the sun setting behind it, the sky burning around it. It was...

In the big scheme of things nothing really matters, we will be gone in a blink, our many stories will be forgotten, and our names will...

The person I loved the most used to love figs she would joke around, saying she loved them more than she could ever love me they were...