Monarchs On October 17, 2020October 17, 2020 By Mitchel David RingIn Poems2 Comments For a few minutes at a time you can rest back here behind gray walls and a paper thin door...
Sawdust On April 23, 2019 By Mitchel David RingIn PoemsLeave a comment Living behind glass, or etched into its surface Clouds heavy with rain roll across a sky streaked with pink
