Here Flow Streams of Weeping Willow Leaves

I am small, yet pronounced in syllables of hurricane force winds when I unlock the boundaries of my mind. My eyes are caramel like the soft…

Feel the Softness of My Skin

Slowly I will undress myself of these aches and let them flow into the river I wade through so that as I emerge I can return…

Girl, when did you learn to dress in beauty and walk in kindness? This I did not teach you. How did you learn to pick up…

There are days that I wish I could take back what I easily gave as pieces of my being chipped away in the dark room with…

I did my best to remind her to run forward without looking back lest tribulations would sneak up on her in the form of lifted roots—in…

How lovely it is to be in and out of the doorway like a gentle summer breeze on a peaceful day. How exquisite it is take…

Bits inside me murmur like rivulets on days where the current has picked up pace and I sigh through gusts of air moving over the large…