Birthday

I write letters to myself every year when my birthday comes around. Of course none of them see the light of stage unlike most of my pieces😀 I chew them up after reading. So today I decided to read/write this one out loud. Dear me, how are you doing? It sure feels good to be

Picture

There is a section of my world that almost always seems to be stuck in a two dimension picture. It is always a sunny afternoon with a gentle, almost unnoticeable breeze. There is a large green field that stretches out till it kisses the horizons. White and yellow flowers that bloom decorate the otherwise spotless

I Feel Like…

I feel like I’m losing my patience. I feel like I’m straining to hack this. I feel like it’s hard being female. I feel like it’s even harder being female amidst resounding street anthems that undress my being. I feel like an item on display Dusted, polished long enough just to keep Buyers and bidders