Love sails with you upon a magic carpet from far away it stops and awakens you from silken dreams. Burgundy and bubbly flows through you and turns your inside out from smiles to screams of pain.
Tag: Women’s poetry
Questioning resolves A thirsty soul’s spy for Who’s the master Are there any Leftover brave saints? And everything at once - Can you conceive of it all?
Help me. Writer’s block sets in slowly and as unpredictably as does productive bursts of semi-genius. Rare is the latter, the former happens at least once a month. Blame the cancer writer’s block occurs far more often than it used to back in my “normal life.” But cancer became my go to writing prompt for