Poetry
i’m almost afraid to say the word out loud. not in any connection to me. i have friends who have been declarative – insistent that i claim an old moniker…poet. i’m more hesitant. fearful that by saying it it will blow away like ash or dandelion fluff. scattering to the wind with no way to […]
it is the most difficult beauty the most durably fragile thing to be done wrapped up in youth and worn like armor despite its delicate skin. and it is the hardest conviction believing the impossible against all odds that impossibles happen against all evidence that flaws can be flawless just this once. Linnea Ashley september […]
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