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”…
Essays and Poetry by Barbara Powell
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…