These thoughts of you
are thorns that return,
stick in and make me bleed
With skin pricked open
I can almost feel
but without you, I cannot speak
Tag: mother
Featured Post: I Remember the Mother – Deanna Raymond
I remember my Mother As I knew her, I a child of the 70’s She- Mother Wild, Mother Earth I remember her digging and planting In a… Read more “Featured Post: I Remember the Mother – Deanna Raymond”
Baby & Me – Kristiana Reed
In baby’s small hands she saw his and as baby pulled her necklace into an embrace she trembled, remembered the power he once had. Still had, swimming… Read more “Baby & Me – Kristiana Reed”
Stepping Off the Spiral Path- Christine Ray
No longer virginal maiden lips like ripe peach no longer fertile earth mother babe at breast I have fallen out of memory fallen out of myth Filled… Read more “Stepping Off the Spiral Path- Christine Ray”
But What About My Brain?
Teacher of femininity, unbashful was she; saw Mother naked often enough, and couldn’t help but admire her small breasts and well-manicured mons pubis. She’d bought me… Read more “But What About My Brain?”
It’s a Boy – Kristiana Reed
Their toothy smiles exude youth; their laughter is too loud for this carriage but it’s glee breathes like an orchestra. The beauty of youth blossom cheeks… Read more “It’s a Boy – Kristiana Reed”
Christmas Morning by Nadia Garofalo
We sit in pregnant silence The current distress collects in my head, rains down my face You say nothing Again I’m that girl in the black skirt… Read more “Christmas Morning by Nadia Garofalo”
Christmas Morning by Nadia Garofalo
Christmas Morning by Nadia Garofalo We sit in pregnant silence The current distress collects in my head, rains down my face You say nothing Again I’m that girl… Read more “Christmas Morning by Nadia Garofalo”
