Tenderized
That mashing of my heart started at 18 when I was dying, when I teetered on the cusp. Motherhood, scant...
That mashing of my heart started at 18 when I was dying, when I teetered on the cusp. Motherhood, scant...
Since my friend returned to me, after our arduous parting, something feels different. How thirsty I must have been that...
I honor my ancestor patterns. At the same time I release the many disownings down the line. I break with...
High above where the condor soars, weightless where the wind washes her and sets her free, I fly to dream,...