All I know are. Scraps, flakes, chips, rocks. All below are. Stones, bit, doss. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
Mud in the stream. And earth in the air. Clay in my ears. And stone in my stare. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
Tomorrow's a red flush in the western sky. Tomorrow's is a hush in the middle night. Tomorrow swears the truth of now, now and… — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
All I know are. Scraps, flakes, chips, rocks. All below are. Stones, bit, doss. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
Tell my family to go ahead and eat. To make it home I'd have to move my feet. But the mount's made stone where… — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
I'll raise the ladle to your lips. Drip water on fingertips. Will you look up and smile at me. — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
Everybody knows that the best things come last. I've a lever for a bandit. And a chisel for a rat. I've a mallet for… — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
The east says it's dawn. My mouth speaks of yawn. My bed clings to me and begs me to stay. I hear a work… — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
My toes are colder than my feet. My feet are colder then my ribs. My ribs are colder than my breath. My breath is… — Iris Lopez Copy Share Image
