Gold drips from my fingertips searching for cracks. I am kintsugi. Scars across a mastectomied chest that tell my story. … More
Tag: poet
Trypophobia
Ding-dong. Oh, the door…How Lovely! A bouquet crosses the threshold from the person who delivered the joy. Deliver me, deliver … More
Recollection and Reflection
uninvited and welcomed momento mori the frost of things a reminder before pain, during numbness feet in the pedestal … More
Choice
Half a cup of ego A sprinkle of cheese Two pounds of narcissism A tablespoon of the mirror Of things … More
The Moon’s Reflection
Wax and wane Wax and wane Meet her at the crossroads She waits for you With her torchlight Earth and … More
Sonoran Samhain
Hibernation ends afterThe Arizonan season of heatIt is in the oxygen of OctoberWe find the antidote toSummer’s sleep apnea Summer … More
WhatsHerName Writes 