Unashamed of you

My muse for the poem ‘Not Perfect’

Let’s sketch our flaws out.
Paint them on our faces for the world’s eyes
and feel no shame;
like the first make-up art of a little girl.
Let’s surrender to our imperfections.
Throw out our dirty linen on the busiest…

who are you?

i am the composition of other people’s stories and experiences. i am the trough that keeps the flood at bay. i am the holder of memories. i am the dreamer of impossible things. i am the wandering sheep. i am the leader of the pack. i am the crisp cold air. i am the hot desert sun. i am a flame thats run…

Gone

On the terrace with her favorite view of the Jardin du Luxembourg, Lily lay back in a chair with her legs outstretched and her toes wiggling against the cold, steel railing. The breeze that blew by rustled the treetops in the distance — much like in her own New York City, it seemed that Parisian city planners were…