The curve of a line of words
may sway like a tender current.
Yet some lay low and rough
like hollow mollusks.
Each round word,
a hand plucked pearl.
I'm so excited! I'll be launching my own art, literature, and poetry online magazine soon, Punk Soul Poet
I'm in the process of looking for editors, writers, and artists to fill the virtual pages. The poem above will be in the "contact/submit" section of the site, as an example.