Poetry, Uncategorized Drafts March 9, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment My pencil strikes pages life blinding cures strike edges forcing indelicate lines into windows where pure light seldom shines. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…