Time can be a friend
Or an enemy of life.
What will you make it?
How does it work?
Touché 👌🏻
More stories from Jimmy Tucker and writers in Poets and other communities.
Our planet is on fire The need for change is dire Why is there such resistance All we want is some assistance Because this dilemma at hand
By Jimmy Tucker5 years ago in Poets
You hold me where the water turns Black around the knees— not the crash, not the crest, but just underneath. Where every step is stolen ground,
By SUEDE the poet5 days ago in Poets
She brings a storm home, shaking the foundations, a looming cloud. - I’m trying not to see tomorrow, and as the eggshell cracks beneath
By Reece Beckett5 days ago in Poets
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Art
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Touché 👌🏻