Poems Ready for the world She's stretching herself out, Gathering all things dear. She's slowly growing tall, While pulling herself up.
Not Poems A Late Evening Walk But, that wasn’t what caught her eye. Not his clothes, not his eyes, not even his disheveled hair. It was the blood. The sheer amount of blood.
Not Poems Brother Sister Conversations A few conversations fueled by a healthy mix of imagination and dreams, with a pinch of reality.