We Still Have Hope When the guineas came through my yard, they sounded like they were laughing or holding some kind of conversation I wasn’t invited to be a part of. It’s fine. None of my business what they were going on about. Sky might’ve been falling or something. Who cares? It’s fallen before. At…
Tag: poetry
The Child Revisited
A poem about life after childhood trauma. Today I got a glimpse of me. The me that I swore could not return. I saw the part of myself that I said was dead and buried, Killed off by the destruction that was my life. And when I saw me, I knew who I was. I…
Pink Hair and Pajama Bottoms 