Walk on ground as themud squish in my toes andI must close my eyesto see flowers in my headas sun sustains life again One of hope I think. As we do approach a new season things still look bleak weather wise and otherwise too I suppose. Sometimes all we can do is write a poem.… Continue reading Earthing
There is a wolf that sleeps outside my window.Every night, mostly she is quiet as can be.If I peek, the whites of her eyes are glaring.It's obscene, the constant staring at me.I see her teeth are sharp, when she's gnarling.She exposes my fear, it is real and biting.That wolf paws at the window until I'm… Continue reading That Wolf
An enchanted forest no less with what's between the birch and willow. Birch, tall with white bark On one side of the forest The other, Willow Creates a magical flow, Moon energy and water Photo by @lxmmy
Pillow Thoughts by Courtney Peppernell Pillow Thoughts is a collection of poetry and prose about heartbreak, love, and raw emotions. It is divided into sections to read when you feel you need them most. About the Author Courtney Peppernell is an LGBT author from Sydney, Australia. In October 2016 she released the bestselling Poetry… Continue reading My Book Wish List: Pillow Thoughts
The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur Divided into five chapters and illustrated by Kaur, the sun and her flowers is a journey of wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. A celebration of love in all its forms. this is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her… Continue reading My Book Wish List: The Sun and Her Flowers
Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur The book is divided into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose. Deals with a different pain. Heals a different heartache. Milk and Honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if… Continue reading My Book Wish List: Milk and Honey
It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
It's not my favorite thing to do I did, my visit to you The place It's silent and cold restful, perhaps Here, I wish you My wish, never comes true The graves they are decorated with flags and flowers In Memory, I suppose Lights, the solar kind some are hung and strung, for celebrating In… Continue reading In Memory
