by R.B. Simon | Oct 23, 2020 | Poetry
what freedom . there must . be in taking . wing away from . what instinct . says will . starve you s l o w l y © 2019 R.B. Simon First published in Issue V 2020 of Blue Literary...
by R.B. Simon | Mar 8, 2018 | Poetry
when I think of happiness I think of fragile things of an exquisite existence in between the closing and opening of my eyelids that can dissolve or shatter in slow motion like the bubble blown from the pale pink...