Mother

All of the things that were not given to me as a child I now give to myself and my children will never have to question where to go when their hearts are searching for home (Image by Katie M. Berggren)

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Demolition

Nightmares are tolerable Same old thing Chased and cheated Trapped and tricked Falling and failing Nothing all that terrible It’s the spiders I can’t stand Crawling over my legs Snacking on my neck I flick them off Half asleep Wondering how high the pile will be One of my favorite things to wake up to … Continue reading Demolition

Vulture Culture

I had a feeling my world was amiss. I’d been dizzy, foggy, confused, listless. There was familiarity there, beside me, dog-like loyalty. Curiosity kept pulling at the leash, trying to change my direction. An auspicious white light in the distance caught my eye, illuminated by freshly sprouted emerald grass. My stomach turned, my heart skipped. … Continue reading Vulture Culture