Writerly Thoughts

I wrote both of these in my preteens or early teens. My mother read them and was concerned about both, but for different reasons. I left the original punctuation because back then, it seems I was more allergic to modern style. Enjoy! </3 First of March My soul now sighs of something sweet, The minuet of mirth — As echoes from each budding beech, and flowering tree and bird. Come sing with me! Enwrap oneself within this Eden, earth. The feath’ry flowers now awake To greet thi

Author notes: This poem originally appeared on a wonderful compilation from Black Coffee Creative called World of Women, Volume III, one of a few curations honoring the unique experiences of women and femmes. I was made with shapes but crossed them out with tallies screaming, Mother Nature, remake me: Maybe not less woman, but please, less person, So we flattened into a double zero, low-rise, and I drew myself new with lettuce and vinegar until the church ladies whispered. A

Winter discontent I was brushing my teeth as the year crossed over from 2024 to ‘25, not paying attention, hoping it would come in...

*Author note: This story was originally published on Medium. Follow this link to read it there, and I might even make a couple of cents...

*Author note: This story was originally published over here on Medium. I already had another story ready to share today, but this is the...