I am the incubator that preserved my life I am my father's hand holding me up to the camera I am the girl who went before me, whose name I was given I am the dart stuck in my mother's... Continue Reading →
Inspired by watching the sound engineer when we were recording Nocturne
The scent of autumn So crisp and strong Fills my lungs with song. I want to sing and dance Where the harlequin leaf Falls and rustles at my feet.
I read this recently at the poetry group I go to and one of the members felt that it wasn't suitable for public consumption but I believe, like bullying, betrayal by someone you thought was a friend, is something that should be discussed