Sorrow Feels Like…I’d call it a sneeze, But every breath, Push of, Exhale, Comes with all these tears.Oct 22, 2024Oct 22, 2024
Puzzle(d)If you ask me what my brain looks like, I’d tell you ‘a puzzle’ — fragmented, At odd angles, some pieces, Flipped, upside down, Tilted…Jul 21, 2023Jul 21, 2023
Washing…and so the words spin, Wet and dirty, Slapping, sloshing against my, Temples.Jun 10, 2022Jun 10, 2022
Poetry Practice #1Creativity is on a low ember, so trying out a writing exercise to kick up the flams (be kind)Mar 8, 2022Mar 8, 2022
