Ara Mosby : Writing

One Hour...and Nine Years

One Hour...and Nine Years

A Poem by Ara Mosby


ahead of me - always a step, a phrase, a quick-witted-quip - my fingertips barely brush you before you are gone last night you rem..
Spilled

Spilled

A Poem by Ara Mosby


as pigment from a bottle - as wine from a carafe - the soul too can spill. contents spread like buried secrets driven out of thei..
After the Rain

After the Rain

A Poem by Ara Mosby


Trees - leaves adorned with raindrop jewels, heaving under the weight of water, bending low toward the rich, wet dirt,they waitdefiantly for ..