Pluck the Weeds

Grab hold of the sprout Now embedded deep Do you remember its planting? Do you know where it came from? … Continue reading Pluck the Weeds

I Am

I am the wailing wind The voices in your head The tornado brewing in your gut I am the breath … Continue reading I Am

Hung on fragile filigree A wisp of wind to break The tenuous cord attached Between I and my confidence Child … Continue reading Fragile Cord

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “round.” Use it as a word by itself or find a … Continue reading Bin The Labels