Not the film reel clutched in the branches of my past, But a scarred chitter of the robin at the break of dawn, Gliding across the silhouette of a day and a night- both forgotten species of the stars- And ambushing the velvet jars of moonbeams gasping for air; a speckle of a feather frightfullyContinue reading “365 in Black and White”
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A letter of self-appreciation
Dear Me, I know you weren’t given enough credit for all of the pain you managed to bottle up in the hopes of not losing the people you thought you needed. So, here is a little appreciation letter for surviving the most pathetic year gone by. You spent last new year’s writing an ode toContinue reading “A letter of self-appreciation”
Swan's Labyrinth 