Ioana Cosma – WordCityLit

2 poems by Ioana Cosma

Mother Earth Pregnant is the earth and was from the beginning its replenished womb bathes us all in light it is forever birthing bringing forth offspring like the sky once exploded to make room for life. At times we hear its moans of labor, its trembling voice from roaring falls, the naked skin of treesContinue reading “2 poems by Ioana Cosma”

House of Glass and other poems by Ioana Cosma

House of Glass what in the name of a rose requires a respite from awesomeness and youth is the thing that nags like a disk on replay now and then the daylight of my skin. the first creases, almost invisible. then it gets thicker and deeper like killing ivy. the other day, I saw thisContinue reading “House of Glass and other poems by Ioana Cosma”