this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days
Tag Archives: poet
What I Learned From My Mother’s Survival
…Torn apart is an expression
Best kept hidden
Worn by worn down women…
Since We’re Sharing
…you & I remain inside
different body & mental,
physical & spiritual prisons…
Procession
where burning becomes
a state of being, & ashes
are the taste of comfort
The Excavation
…an invitation
to glimpse within
Shock
What of madness and
feminine energy?
I Really Can’t Function Without Him: Life Update + Poem
My poor husband is in the hospital…
Scrolling Through Social Media in January
they’re only going
to keep turning it up
You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.
Winter Girl
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Thistle Thoughts 