Poetry · Writing Minimum April 21, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez The world was yours between your index and thumb yet all you wanted was a hut. A quiet hut along a river to grow tomato’s. The world rested in pinched pink skin and now in the earth below. Next to new born tomato’s. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...