Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
I feel deeply honoured to be part of September’s issue of Tangled Locks Journal. Thank you to Teresa Berkowitz for accepting my poem, “Feline”. Please visit me there, and take a moment to peruse all the writing: you won’t be disappointed. Tangled Locks Journal is published quarterly. Information for how to get involved is available […]
Punches right in the heart
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It kind of does.
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So poignant…
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Thanks Heather. A picture hold a thousand words.
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That it does…and sometimes leaves us speechless..
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beautifully sad……….
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Haunting for sure.
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yes it is………
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So random! Funny the places you find shoes.
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Right! I always wonder about the story behind the one shoe.
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And socks too.
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Strange and striking snap
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Thank you. I thought so too. Looks like there is a story here.
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Yes
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