It’s been a while since we last put something together, but Peter Wyn Mosey and I are back with a new poetry collaboration. Here’s my piece:
There are whispers that crash
You used to understand that
before you disappeared
into someone else’s tattered dreams.
And there are screams that come out
I had to learn that
when your absence started feeling like violence.
There’s too much of you left
to let me break free;
tangled through my thoughts;
I’m echoes held together by memory.
Read Peter’s response piece here and let him know what you think (make sure to follow his blog too!)
Aspasía S. Bissas