I could sit here all morning trying to compose a more profound piece about the outdoors, about the trees and the smell of dust and the greenness of grass. But it's better to go outside. To let the light embrace me the way we are not supposed to embrace. It's best to offer our lips…
From 2007-- I was 26 when I wrote this and evidently FULL of angst. Enjoy!...
Woman. Black. Queer. Unapologetic.
Lifes experiences in lesser words
Poetry & Prose...from Prompts
Music | Literature | People.
Learn Something New Daily, Teach What You Love
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Putting ideas into words.
Author, Artist, Anthropologist
Pen to paper
Leap Out of the Deep and Sing
Charly Slipp 