I must have to feel this to get free
don’t make me come up for air
Everything is an Oracle
I used to be someone who would say, "Whatever. That's not a sign!" Now I see omens everywhere. Because everything is an oracle.
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Finally.
mother(s knows the) rest
There's a poem
This is Settling
How odd it is to admit:
Frankenwillow
7 I water the wand
lost & found
Lost and found
Gnome Boy
This poem was written during last week's session of Christine Bissonnette's Embodied Poetry course. Check out her classes at 9creativelives.com. I am so grateful for her guidance and support.
Fully Healed
a wound is not static
Not another poem about the moon, please.
Yes.
One of many
I sit on my shelf