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…
Category: Poetry
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…
Free Hand #27
Exaggerating, I know. It’s not even that hot in SLC right now but it feels like too much. I can’t wait for fall. Here is a short poem.
Freehand Poem #26: Working to Survive
I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately. This is some scribblings in response. Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease, in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us. How…