We all manage pain in ways that are beyond our control; In ways that are ours: My third rejection letter wakes me in the early morning, Before the sunlight hits my face. I barely read the words that say "not you," Then melt into my pillow, When I wake I call myself a writer And... Continue Reading →
Home II
When it rains my shoulders sting: Sometimes even before the drops hit the ground. My bones can tell when the sky is grey, and when the rain is coming. My body knows this land and my skin reacts when I leave. Hives cover my body and my sleep pattern is no pattern at all. A... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 