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Tag: National Poetry Month

Thursday

Thoughts abound from hijinks of the middle child.

Sunday

Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors […]

Stricken

I feel exhausted. The presence of anxiety keeps me up at night; I am blindsided by my mornings. I often wish for things seen in fairytales. I have forgotten how […]

Anchored

We find ourselves tethered to the weight of the past. Feelings we thought lost beneath the sea; those unforeseen anchors that hold us against the flow of time. If those […]