3 poems by Charlie Baylis
The colour of Estefania Cabello's death shroud “El tiempo es tan preciado...” Estefania Cabello The kite swerves in the sky's licorice cloak, tornado twists tundra. Vietnam is burning. Distances are becoming distant in...
The colour of Estefania Cabello's death shroud “El tiempo es tan preciado...” Estefania Cabello The kite swerves in the sky's licorice cloak, tornado twists tundra. Vietnam is burning. Distances are becoming distant in...