a still day or a hurricane
I was looking for another Erin Hanson’s poem when I chanced upon this one – They say the things that finally break youAre the words caught in your throat,And she has years of thoughts not utteredCrammed in the pocket of her coat.A whisperer amongst a worldThat’s learnt only to speak,Where silence must be brokenFor theContinue reading “a still day or a hurricane”
