The next time I am born, I want it to be to a mother that does not resent me. Sometimes I can see her, in my minds eye. I wonder if she is out there somehow, seeing me. It would be wonderful to not be so alone. She smells of topsoil and rainy sidewalks andContinue reading “Next Time”
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Poet
They dripped words on the page. Like liquid rubies, shimmering. A heart opened and laid bare. Exposed in shades of blue and black. Explicit. Opened. Ashes scattered from a million sack cloths, shook loose in endless funeral processions. The velvet glove of rose petals, fields of possibility, torn by the glint of new steal. IContinue reading “Poet”
Here? Now?
Through tears again this morning, I see breaks in the clouds. Lines of color playing off the flakes of snow. Damp ground smelling like the promise of Spring. Of hope. Of something beautiful yet to come. I can only hope, and wait and see. I can only love those around me a little more dearly,Continue reading “Here? Now?”
Words that must be heard 