Poetry Series – Gifted Flames

Sometimes I think I’ve got to ignore my feelings so that I can prove to them that they have no hold on me. Truth? It almost never works.  But pen and paper, blessed with intention and permission for flowing? It works.  Like, every time. People don’t hold power over you simply because they illicit aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Gifted Flames”

Faces

The faces in the reflections are never the same faces as in the trees, clouds, leaves. The faces in the reflections are always looking back, looking at me, emotion heavily present across their face but the faces aren’t me. Reflections aren’t just for mirrors. I see them in the windows, on the shiny surface ofContinue reading “Faces”