1,000 miles: step 85
In my last update, I expressed several frustrations with being a 20-something year old. Those frustrations are still relevant, but there’s been a few changes and experiences since. Read on to find out. Two Sylvias Press Online Poetry Retreat The online poetry retreat, normally a $279 experience, was offered to me through a scholarship. Just…
Cinquain n. 1
Breathing outside the glass, hands outstretched, hands reaching: to our daughters rising stronger women.
To the Daughter I May or May Not Have Some Day
Every curve on your body reads like unpublished poetry, understand, the public isn’t ready for your static electricity, a transient spark of beauty of which Death’s envy destroys by violence in your prime. In spite of the crimes against you, you must never forget, you are sublime.
poem of womanhood
I have a truth to tell about last month. It was a disaster–you already know April is a cruel month dear-reader. But for a poetry fanatic like me, it was an utmost disaster, with bits of poems sprinkled on random sheets of paper and some words refusing to stick on any page. I won’t even…