
Poetry: Sinner and Saint
Someone since has sinned – Who’s a saint, Who’s a sane man. Shouting profanities at his...
Someone since has sinned – Who’s a saint, Who’s a sane man. Shouting profanities at his...
I am a veil, A sheath of newness and despair, A film of shadow and of light, A cover not quite...
‘Til tide’s edge touches sand Or beyond it, ankle-deep? Will it roll in Or ebb out? Will it slap...
Stuck my hand into A pocketful of glass Smoothed by the sand Dulled by the sea. They fail to...
This article was originally published on Medium. Re-published with permission from the author....
Originally posted on Liya Khenkin blog, posted with permission from Liya’s husband,...