poems Ink runs from t… March 2, 2013March 2, 2013by heather anne Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. Mark Strand Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Poetry’s good for the soul. Mm Mm good. 🙂