My mother wasGentle but lost her temper at timesBeautiful but struggled to love herself at timesProtective but felt insufficient at times…
The Blood Moon hangs gothicallyThe winter mist waftsThe lunar eclipse has slunk across the night skyHiding and revealing, a slow moving…
It’s Mother’s Day, and I am thinking about carbon monoxide,I’m thinking about what’s left…
The sun burns bright upon my soiled skin, granting me a moment of peace before the…
what is love?
it is the traces of red ink across my mother’s eyes