Lifelong poet, aspiring writer. Finding my creative voice one line at a time.
I ask him, are you happy? and he says that he is fine as he looks away from me and toward some distant thought searching for proof, forgetting to smile.
By Carly Rowe2 months ago in Poets
The man who got me pregnant stopped talking to me wouldn’t look me in the eye pretended the last three years of our lives were a hallucination
By Carly Rowe3 months ago in Poets
Sky and water merge Yet still the heron finds me Perched along the bank
By Carly Rowe4 months ago in Poets
