My Poem still an open wound,
unstitched by edits snare
Running free on a endless page,
—new blood for all to share
(James River Writers Conference: October,2016)
Wow. An expressive bit of writing about the unedited poem not yet stitched. Such an interesting and relatable image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, it gives great satisfaction to be original. Meaningful drop. Liked it.