Poetry

Headache, Heartache

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With crystalline precision she can pick me apart – Slowly, sharply, gently still – Piece by piece by puzzle piece ‘Till slots once empty fill with her And her mystic domain Of glass and laden thunderstorms. When she hurts, it […]

To My Daughter

In a world full of Cinderella’s waiting for a prince Be a Mulan A Pocahontas A Tiana A Belle A Meredith A Moana Or any other sweat-bearing, 6-packed, thick headed wonder woman who knew how to save her own day.  […]