A tool, a target, an example, but never herself. When does she become herself?
Tag: poems
Sugar, honey words
The self destructive sting of a honeybee, and the sweet nothings I no longer want.
Aloha
Goodbyes are never quite as final as they seem.
When Leaves Leave
With every crunch a reminder of summer day's past and winter days to come.
Autumn
And homage to the changing seasons.
Let There Be No
Instead of all the "yes'" that would break you, let there be no. Let your no be a marker wholly beneficial possibilities.
