Echoes

Poetry lives here like water in a well
deep, reflective, sometimes still, sometimes overflowing.
Echoes is not a collection. It’s a haunting.
A home for language that comes back changed


Callous

Someone

Diver

Funny

Falling

Thirsty

Heavy

Haunting

Out

Pulse

Lifted

Still

You

Pink

Reason

The road

Covers

Colors

Cupid

Society

choices

Rats

Hands

Kicks

Shoes

Touched

Seven

Growth

A prayer

Orange

El sol

Critique

Embedded

Leave

Saliva

Risk

Flesh

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