My thighs witness atrocities
Rejection of immortal seed
Bloody branches of the family tree
Drip. Smear. Stain laments from me.
Glaring mirror as a flaring marquee
Refusal of sweet heaven’s key.
Why then a memorial to futility?
Why sings death my infertility?
the literary asylum
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Creativity conquers all!
A Gender Transition Journey
Light, Love, and Magic in the Hills of East Tennessee
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Examining the extraordinary and the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
Very moving words!
Bold!