I'm
Not a...
There is something between them
and he hates her from wednesday...
This moment framed the poppies
and the reflex of my lightness...
I'm so glad I deactivated Facebook,
to be back on here again...
In the light of my faith,
my soul is as dark as coal can be...
In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer's tales were told...
I am not a mother,
though I birth poetry as a result...
Relax your shoulders & enter
my head...
Don't want to explain, our children, why they lack
I tire of pulling the knives off their back...
He is not there.
He is flying where...
Its not too late where I am,
but its late enough for me to know...
She fears
what she writes...