fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: February, 2022

Waterloo

I sense my sacred moments I see them – In the air I’m in for what I’m given By just being – From I’m where. London, ENG – February, 2022

La Isla

The approaching, horizon Its temptation, of risk Its notion, of free To see fates, obelisk. Cancun, MX – February, 2022