Some days I am more wolf than woman and I am still learning how to stop apologising for my wild. Nikita Gill photo credit: ktavenor, “more wolf than woman”
Originally posted on unbolt me:
a slip of flame wags like a red-tailed fox o’er candlewick sill in the moonlight box sets ghost birds aflight in lucent flocks o’er vespertine forest and druidic rocks the road yonder runs thither throughout the ages its footprints tell the story of hatchling sages from trees bedangled with their…
I came across a draft poem in one of my journal entries from April of last year. I don’t hate it. I’ve been reviewing last year’s diaries to see what life was about. I was depressed most of the time. This resulted in a great deal of boring. To be fair, there was cancer and…… Continue reading The dead are piling up.
i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart…… Continue reading i would tell you (poetry)