I put lipstick on to write
and as soon as I sank into my chair I caught sight of my mouth in the mirror. The red didn’t have any business being there and as I opened…
Tag: female writer
Take me to Arizona
I do not know the desert, yet the stories of rock, hot sand, and cacti burn in my mind. I’ve seen swiping photos of the majesty that arises early morning…
What I learned by age 10
When my knees were small and knobby and the trees all called my name, dirt smudged my cheeks and I’d linger in the rain, I was told “just be quiet”…
Morning Shower
My hands hold my arms, crossed and uncertain. My head dips, water drips, behind shower curtain. All I can hear is the spray of hot water and the breathing, the…
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…
A Woman’s Essence
Good morning. Good bye. Hello and see you later. A rumbling inner dialogue now gently placed on paper. . I’ve wondered and I’ve worried, I’ve settled and I’ve sought. The…
In a Past Life
I’m sure I was a bird in my once-lived life before since the proof is all around me and I’m starting to keep score: I love the tips of tree…
