Garment of Pain Trying to forget pain sewn into the hem of my life, with stitches straight and precise. No scissor can cut me free. Adamantine thread of dolor, pulled tight, knotted and tucked deftly. Perfect garment of malaise, worn without a thought of redemption. Cold truth filtrates through loose woven cloth. Frayed edges … Continue reading Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka
Academy of the Heart And Mind 