#poetry
Courageous Woman
My fifteen year old grandniece doesn't know how to read handwriting. I discovered this absurd fact last year and found myself inspired to write a short rant. This is an ode to the people who did not teach Ruby handwriting skills, and to a potential future that lives...
The Greys
Sierra heard there would be color on the other side, but she didn’t understand what that meant. She lived in the hills near Marcus and his people. She had met Marcus among the breezy trees that outlined a grassy path. It stretched between the base of the hills to the...
Sister
Forgive me for being prettier in your mind not mine and smarter not even on my best day for being born last and acting like I was not for breathing the air and looking at the world thru blue eyes for almost dying first and for not following your path of slurred words...
I’m so Lucky
Eight years have passed since I accomplished my dream of living in the front row at the beach. My brother told me he’d rather have some distance from the ocean over fear of a tidal wave. “I want a good head start,” he said. That fear transferred to me for a...