Literary Musings
On Female Rage
And so, in the end it was love. The ceaseless rage, red and hot Curled in my chest. Leonene in its quiet, pouncing on A moment’s notice. And so hungry. So I rip him from limb to limb, Again and again. He understands nothing of rage nor womanhood. He is about to. Then in the…
Love Poem #2
There is no need for more poetry, For my love is not a writer, And I am not a romantic. But if I’m alone, and the moon is hanging low, The words write themselves. A secret I love you, Etched into a journal a million times. One for every beat of your heart, One for…
Blooms Unrealized
The 30th of February brings Sunlight to the Adirondacks again. New tears fall, conjuring an ocean from a pond Because spring has forgotten to bring the Promise of new beginnings, Instead settling with winter’s sharp thistles. I watch the writers put pens to paper, Drawing the flowers that don’t bloom. So this is what the…
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