Musings on the birth and nature of clouds.
Category: Post College Poetry
The Feminine Wild
A rose by the name of Juliet or Romeo, a rose not bound by gender.
I Want…
A face cradled in my hands. A body close to mine. A heart open. Receptive ears. Comfortable silences. Cozy mornings under blankets. Teas and chats. Plants in every room. Small creatures to share the space with. Acceptance. Patience. Understanding. Feedback that's constructive. Kindness. Openness. I want all this, but how can I be ready with … Continue reading I Want…
Working from Home
The joys of job security, the perfect, imperfect balance of adulting and childlike imagination.
A Conditional Liberty
For free lands and brave homes some conditions must be met.
Feeling – Depression
An unimaginable, crippling weight. To fight or surrender to, to give into a need for deeper rest and stillness.
Caia Rose 