I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to… Read more “Sugar Shack”
Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
April 4, 2015
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the… Read more “April 4, 2015”
Does anyone else struggle to title their work? I sure do! This lady first lived as a sketch in my notebook before I gifted her a garden… Read more “Bloom”