On Moving On…

I don’t remember much of last winter. I was too buried in grief colder than any squall. The sharp bite of bitter wind was a welcome distraction from the sickness of my heart. I put all the things he gave me in the back of my closet, not brave enough to throw them in the […]

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I am

   I Am, A Poem I am a jazz heart, slow rainy rhythms and black silk stockings. I am late night rendezvous, the girl you never get to know completely. I am the sound of heels on cobbled streets, the flutter of fear before a first kiss. I am steady logic, cold heart, warm hands; gentle […]

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