Posted on August 22, 2015August 22, 2015shedding skin… L L L L I regret opening up to certain people; they didn’t deserve to know me like that. The lessons continue to sear, scabs fallen off long ago…
Posted on January 21, 2015January 21, 2015perhaps you’re still sleeping… Slowly the morning climbs towards the day. As for the poem, not this poem but any poem, do you feel its sting? Do you feel its hope, its entrance to a community? Do you feel its hand in your hand? — Mary Oliver —
Posted on January 17, 2014January 17, 2014may be magic… Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. – Frida Kahlo –