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Mary, Mary, Mary through poetry your noticing became mine My poem was written at a Spirit Play session with InterPlay Atlanta. Photo of sunset is a photo I snapped in my front yard. Advertisements
What I’d give to smell your aftershave to touch your hand to see your face to taste your mouth and hear you laugh again
a crow’s cry cracked the silence Sidra emptied her cup even in this dark space she saw that the calligraphy was tinged with red wine a strap bound the ancient text she wanted to tap the secrets of this fragile … Continue reading
desiring a new place to set it down to set me down could I see my old place with awakened eyes with a new story does needing a fresh start require a new place or would a divergent story suffice … Continue reading
what’s so? life, energy it was here long before humans and will be here long after we are gone