Writer. Feminist. Public Health Advocate. Academic. Storyteller. @gdifulvio
Although active to varying degrees for most of my life, I never considered…
I wake before the sunrise. Make my way to the water. Oar in hand. I watch the sun peek from the horizon; splash reds, oranges, and yellows…
by Gloria DiFulvio
It’s in the sound of the bird,the warmth of the sunblazing rays ofhope
Your eyes see me exposed, you whisper, leaving me breathless.
Thank you alto for providing the prompt for this one line poem.