My thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
Continue readingMy thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
Continue readingI want to weave words
like spiderweb cords Continue reading
This is part of a series of letters in which I write to my future self: Continue reading
Sandals removed
Where the rocks have been smoothed
Waters rise, waters fall
I am small Continue reading
This is part of a series of letters in which I write to my future self: Continue reading