Category Archives: Poetry

Poems that touch upon life and all manners of emotion.

The Great Carrier of Things

In Christianity, the butterfly is a sign of Resurrection. In Asian culture, the butterfly symbolizes a long life and love. In Native American culture, it is believed the butterfly can bring your wishes to the “great spirit.”

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The Adoption: A Limerick Memoir

I walk down a hallway within four sterile white walls of discipline. I fidget with my sleeve, aware I might achieve the very thing I came to get herein.

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What Am I If Not a Woman?

He said, ‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?’ Shakespeare wrote of Jews, but read for I plead: What am I if not human? If not flesh? I am soft sensual curves; a fine wine. Curves meant for touching, curves meant for … Continue reading

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While You Were Sleeping

While you were sleeping I dreamed you met me on the clouds We danced across the sky, and our laughter rained down. While you were sleeping I dreamed we sat on top of the moon. We swapped talk of cows … Continue reading

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Because I Have To

I’ve never been one for camouflage. I do not blend, I am not idle. My feelings flicker across my face like a slideshow for all to see.

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Rising From The Ashes

I remember, we used to cry alone; Our heart bled until there was nothing left. We used to lick our wounds under cover and then put on a brave face for the world. Sometimes I remember those lonely days. Pain, … Continue reading

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Feminine Expression

I am woman. I am grace. I am wise. I am more than a gender; womanhood is my being.

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Pain is felt in the fire.

Caution: sensitive material in this post.

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It’s Dark, It’s Bright.

It is dark. Outside, inside. It is dark behind these covers, but I slide them back, allowing my eyes to see more darkness. It is cold. Outside, inside. The window fogs at my warmth and I slide it closed, allowing the … Continue reading

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We Are Infinite

I am infinite. I am in a place where there is no pretense, no pressing worries to keep me breathing lightly and sleeping restlessly. I am encircled by a fierce protection that allows me to just be present, idle. I … Continue reading

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