a poem about an unloving motherstop. just stop right there. your lies are fear-tainted poisonous darts i will no longer stand still, an unmoving target of unwarranted devotion giving no more access to my tender flesh you are not safe you are not home you…
shouldn’t i be putting away the dishesThis morning I was thinking again about a Facebook friend’s post. About how it’s the full moon today and about how I’ve too long left creative spirituality last on my list (so, you know, it doesn’t get done). Thanks to…
