Books stacked high. The pages slip out, slip through, into the the room, piling up on the floor, the bed, every surface. Until there are words everywhere. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope that you will return in the future!…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #30
I keep my secrets where the sun meets the mountains. The whispers that deepen and the moon that glows holds me down and spills my guts until I am nothing but bone. If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope that you…
Free Hand #29
So slick, the body pulls back from the ocean tide. The waves collapse against the shore. Where did you find me? Among the rubble and washed up bleached out, salted wood? I am waiting silently under the millions of stones that litter this beach. I am waiting to be revived, returned to the land of…
Freehand Poem #28
I’m trying something different today. I’ve been reading a lot of old poems lately that span across a few hundred years so some of the language has been rubbing off on me. I sought out relief for the pain in my stomach. It grows like the weeds that take root in the summer….
My Nomination for the Liebster Award
Oh WOW! Thank you HappymessHappiness for nominating me!!! I am so honored! The Rules: Answer the 11 questions that your nominator has asked you. Nominate 11 other bloggers. Ask your nominees 11 questions. Let them know that you have nominated them. My…