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I gather letters to myself like a magpie. They are shiny and sparkling and I need to hold light right now. As I gather them up, the light draws me inward so that I can look at myself, and I can really see… Continue Reading “Glass Magpies – A Poem”
For a time, I was broken, unable to find the pieces of myself that I had lost along the way. It felt like my body was crumbling into itself, unable to find stability in a world that it no longer knew. Over time, the… Continue Reading “Stepping Stones – A Poem”