My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year…
Tag: peace
back to nature
freedomcutting my long hairadorning myself with natureoysters share their flawed pearlsearthworms sing songs of gratitudesilk stockings gathering at my thin ankleswearing a tiny cotton flour sack, I feel peacemy soul sailing on a boat, feeling a joyful worldly release Don’t forget to place your vote at Spillwords Press NYC for Author of the Year, Poetic…