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september is a promise.

september is a promise.

september is a promise that smells like wisdom and woodsmoke close your eyes and breathe it in september is a revival drifting through harvest skies sapphire stained in umber and walnut and ginger spice and i am in love with the way the earth keeps teaching me that we...
change will do us good.

change will do us good.

we are all elegant fury and dismantled dreams we rage against a broken system, caged birds kept behind man-made borders we sought the gardens of tomorrow and found ourselves bound to the mistakes of yesterday, unwilling accomplices in the age of impostors and now, we...
i want to admire your truth.

i want to admire your truth.

i’ve always been fascinated by the kind of art others don’t appreciate, the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall, the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined, the stuff we share thinking no one will notice (but...
my wolves.

my wolves.

i run with wolves, warriors with softly resilient hearts i hold hands with heroes, my hesitant fingers bound in theirs because they give me the strength to rise above the fire to run among the pines to break glass ceilings  they teach me how to be patient they show me...
she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...

Social Media Inspiration

Social Media Poetry and Where to Find Inspiration As social media evolves, so do its users. From Facebook pages to Instagram photos to the 280 character spaces of twitter, poetry abounds. When I first joined Twitter, it was not by choice. I was late to the game,...