ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
It’s March 18, 2018. Sometime between now and July 1, I’ll move from the beautiful village of North Hatley, Quebec, where I’ve lived for five years, to the equally…
pink picket fences © 2018 punkie pink picket fences glue sticks and blue sticks pens and potatoes roses are red and so are tomatoes creating a poem…
“How are you?” seems such a simple question. We hear it, or variations of it, over and over again, and we answer without much thought. “Fine thanks,” or something like…