Category Archives: Poetry

II.

By Nissan|December 5, 2015|Poetry|2 comments

If tea tastes like lips, I wonder if yours are white hot storms, or fresh picked greens or red plum-ed cheeks -Nissan

Stone Tea

By Nissan|September 19, 2015|Poetry|0 comments

Out of rock grows an ardent tree. Smooth stones are wet with dew. Rivers rush upwards inside me And my words become few.