So, I was planning on continuing my series on Discourse Grammar in The Name of the Wind for this post…but unfortunately, work, school, and a very complicated fantasy novel have all conspired against me. That post sadly remains unfinished for tonight.
However, I do have a couple more poems of mine to share with you in the meantime! 😀
My name never rings back at me
Thoughts never slip past my lips
The only way to climb outside myself
Is to stop your questioning words with a kiss.
Lie broken by the waxing, waning shore.
She gathers them in a red sack wet with sand and salt.
Splintered, patchwork beauty—ribbed shards coalescing,