Rittun Langwidj
Gotta. Gonna. Wanna.
Tag: poem
] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
To Bristol Town!
P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore, now there’s no space – seat or floor.
; ? : . or, A Sedoka On The Explaining Of The Concept & Feeling Of Love To A Young Child
Just what love is; just what it means.
