Poem The wind picked up, bringing a familiar smell with it. In a rush I was taken back. I smiled, but the moment zipped on, the gust was Too strong. I went farther back....
Life Poem Sometimes it comes back… Like cat who’s been away on a spree, Or like the smell of a night flower, Blooming again for the summer. Sometimes it comes back, And it feels...
Poem That was the day I pushed off from the wall with my palms, I lunged at the throat of the coward, And I hissed in his face, “no more.” Girls are taught:...
Poem No one knows what comes next. We can imagine, speculate, predict… But we don’t really KNOW. And so, What matters? What is infinite? Love. Connection. Hope. The giving, the receiving, the feeling…...
Poem Gold, bright, I shield my eyes. It’s here? What now? I didn’t count on… Crushing. Reasoning. Oh God, Oh God… The black velvet, I smiled. No tomorrow, just this… Delicious. Devouring. Oh...
Poem And the scars are our bond. We branded each other, and the pain Is our history. Beautiful, swirling survival Marks our flesh and souls, indivisible This, our history. In this, our tribe...
Poem The victims kept coming; I had to pause. I was tired. So tired. My spirit was drained. So I sat down to rest, and a voice cried, “Help!” I looked out and...
Poem “I still don’t see it.” He sighed. Trying to stay patient, he pointed again. I looked in the direction he indicated, But my vision ended at his fingertip. He rubbed his temples....
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