The Waiting Room

Sometimes, the past comes flooding back to me Devouring my current state with its heavy load And suddenly, I am every woman I have ever beenĀ  The woman I was before the clouds parted and an angel fell down to earth Landing haphazardly in my unhemmed pocket The woman chasing the sunrise with deep inhales... Continue Reading →

Back at the Beginning of Creation

I wish I could conjure a way to lay this restless yearning back inside my bones, where it was once quiet. If I could do that, then the mountains might stop whispering to me through the cracks between every other thought, and maybe I'd be able to think straight again. To focus on the task... Continue Reading →

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