The Last One Standing …

alone on this barren land, not a brother by my side; all gone, all slaughtered, as slowly, they were pried. nourished by our Mother, tall and proud, we stood; till the thought of another, felt us nothing but wood. a moment, all that it took, to push us down and out; nowhere to go, helpless, … Read more The Last One Standing …

Birth of a poem …

I feel lazy right now; I want to write, yes, yet I don’t want to, like I need to hide, from words I spied that intrigued me, yet it’s in the words I can breathe free, I can be that me, I always want to be. I know for certain, marriage happens each time I … Read more Birth of a poem …