Creative, Poem prairies fiddling hair, like reeds bent to a hum. pine groves split open into Monday; sunlight combs the needles clean. the day still opening, blue after January 18, 2026 by Petra Amon
Creative, Poem layers i build scaffolds around the softest parts of me, fastening them to the cartilage of my essence. as the cocoon loosens, i become the rumor November 26, 2025January 18, 2026 by Petra Amon
