Shoulders back, chin out, neck long. Breasts out shouting to the world, “I am here. Look at me!” Long neck highlighting a feminine jaw and cheekbones So instead, Shoulders hunched and chin down. Breasts hidden among the folds of fabric, “I’m hiding. Shhh.” Neck hunched…

Life is a test from start to finish from the day you are born to the final flourish how long is the baby how much does it weigh in what percentile does it lay   This is the start it does not end the years…

Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter   Magical dragon easing translucent wings On warm summer breezes Allowing flora to breath while Puffs of seeds whisper   But alas the winged sharpshooter Holds little beauty bestowed With dark beetle body Suggesting an awkward dance   Without reverence for gardens This…

I am dying inside… and nobody knows so nobody cares (to know me)   i am rotting… a stinking hulk of flesh where everything is melting mere tears never matter and nothing affects anyone but ~Me~ (they don’t see)   i am being eaten alive……

Time on its plain sight Expanding and Extinguishing Stirring space across the land and the sky Marvelous encounters of wizard’s tale Potions made and counter spells uttered Stirring to a witness to be astonished Heart rending tales of old sparkles anew Legends of old are…

36 CORN RD PART ONE – The Trip   We left early; station wagon packed There was always a bucket Placed where I could find it quickly Usually I’d make it to Circleville, usually   I hated the trip, smooshed against my siblings All of…

The story that started it all. It’s hard to believe it’s been over half a century since we were goaded into believing the tales of a man who can get any girl he wants simply by flashing his eyes at her and, despite his womanizing…

What was that Dream Virginia Carraway Stark What was that dream I woke up from That left me so soft and sad? What sorrow woke me From what shores of golden slumber To troubled waves of darkened distress? How glad I am to have that…

I am the dreamer stirring in their sleep And waking to a world devoid of rest I am the things that I decide to keep The tokens that I clutch against my breast   I am the thunder hiding in the clouds The pouncing of…

I do not know what pronouns to use for the girl I was at nine years old, sitting across from another girl who was not a girl at all. As he bit into his burrito, I imagined that one of us was a boy– it…