you peer into my life and know the ins and outs you see my rights, my wrongs, and all that I’m about you observe and I let you, dear, I’m as open as a yawning sky but when I press my eyes against your window…

There is a water, cool and bright, beside an orchard. Beneath those trees the sun seldom shines except to nurture fairy circles of grass, soft and thick and made for resting in. In that orchard there are many fruits, succulent, sweet, new-sprung for spring-time adoration….

I roam, the edges of this small cavern, my hands running along the damp walls I sit alone in this crowded room, the chatter deafening, words bouncing, thoughts screaming, then I forget and all is quiet, sleeping in my prison..  

She was the scent that lingered heavy in the air after a thick and heavy summer rain. She was the sun that burst through the gray clouds, absorbing the moisture, she was the humidity that saturated your skin She was the smell of perfume that…

#warning   heights placed there by adoring sentiments made to seduce me into the dark embrace of conceit – removing myself from… forgetting to remember to honour the muses who fill me before my pen.   it’s a teaching in humility: this crumpled parcel of…

Everything is closing in. I live in a castle, with gargantuan rooms And regal tapestries But, I’m feeling more like Rapunzel- Trapped in a tower In this state, I have no power The more I perspire, the smaller things become. I am trapped Everything is…

I’m not original I never was original You might think I’m different But I’m just conventional In a way you’re not used to That doesn’t make me original. Does this hair make me pretty? Does it make you uncomfortable? I hope it makes you nervous,…

Her eyes were the most beautiful golden color I had ever seen, yet still she longed for brown eyes like her sisters. She carried herself with the kind of confidence that could only be used to hide insecurities. She loved horses but was terrified to…

it was one of a kind that one it was spotted throughout the land sometimes it came out of the sun and others it came up from the sand and once it came from the woodland like all things that are rare and divine it…

Picture a world where misogyny wasn’t marketable, patriarchy wasn’t profitable, and one in which sexism didn’t sell. Where dollars didn’t buy democracy, corporations couldn’t control, and where freedom truly is too big to fail. Imagine a world in which classism wasn’t characteristic, equality of outcome…