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