I only when
I only dream I can fly when my body knows she’s able. I only write in poetry when my thoughts are knot and tangled. I only go for walks when…
Essays and Poetry by Barbara Powell
I only dream I can fly when my body knows she’s able. I only write in poetry when my thoughts are knot and tangled. I only go for walks when…
A smudgy mirror, but I don’t care. It adds to my vibe, to the streaked foggy feel that is real on the inside. Outside it’s 30 degrees and I need…