A Song For Me

When I played with dolls, It was a nightmare tale Of scars and evil. Met with compassion and curiosity, Before I could define those words. My sister woke me up at night when she was afraid And I couldn’t give her the comfort she sought Just as accomplishment is not linear, Life is not aContinue reading “A Song For Me”

Why People Mourn, or Not

When I hear an idea that strikes me and gets my mind turning I hold onto it. If that thought comes back to me repeatedly in the following few days, I write it down and keep writing about it until it feels done. Most of my poetry takes the above path of creation. Tonight IContinue reading “Why People Mourn, or Not”