Even as we let go of that which no longer serves our hearts grow wings. ***** I am venturing into new territory, and have established
Tag: poetry
Oh Woe, Oh Why?
Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
Age’s Rant
What if days were berries growing bright, whose sumptuous juices blossomed only in Summer? How sad it would be – such limitations, disrespectful of the
Invisible Forces
What ideology is this – the feminine clothed in conservatism, carting creatures whose nature is wild – are we to believe women, too, are tractable,
Be Present
No path would blossom if summers were about poetry – a colder vine leaving me water. Must let earth & animal use this pure and
The Lies We Tell
He recalls we were gorgeous, pleased me like an egg – fast Why lie to men about what blow must skin cry? We are black
