Saints
I often visit the place
where we fell to our deaths
a cathedral now stands
on the site we shattered skulls
and protruded bones
while passionate stone columns
and blushing glass windows
tower over our pooling blood
which was always so you
Sunday 14th June 2020 9:02 am
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
DRAMA QUEEN
Born into a dwelling filled with creativity in the air
she breathed it in
it was like blood to her soul
oxygen needed to support her existence
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It was a time when men were men and women were women
little blending of roles
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it did not fit her
it was the wrong size
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She was one that needed to spread her wings
and fly with her talent
Live in a world ful...
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