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?
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
Acrylic Paintings, Examining extraordinary in the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Color by words.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
travel, nature, reflection
Very moving words!
Bold!