Oct 27

oceanic journey
waves shatter against the hull
we welcome the water
catch the rainbow fish
that fall into our laps
gifts from the father of the sea
there are nothing but storm clouds
on the distant horizon…

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Oct 25

You avant-garde superstition
is a relentless anthem,
painted in magnificent strokes.
It pulls from the haunted evening sky
with deep purples of midnight.
It invades my too-fast cycle of thoughts
as I lie awake staring up…

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She Writes Chaos

She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.