6 days ago2 minHappy Mother's Day No More My womb remains barren by choice. No baby has carved their way out of me - and it likely won’t in this lifetime. I know nothing of what...
May 102 minMy Turn to Take Care of You, Grandmadarling You have looked the same to me since my first memory of you. Lines etched onto your skin like the trails of a hike worth climbing to see...
May 11 minTHE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN POETS AND ARCHEOLOGISTS (prompt from @theconstantpoet) Plot twist. There are none. My poems are buried deep within me, layers of sediment and time sealing them...
Mar 222 minGolden Handcuffs to Paper ChainsThe handcuffs crafted of gold get so tight this week my wrists are left with red marks and skin rubbed raw A discomfort distracting...