The Bee
There is a bee who keeps visiting me at the table outside by the road. Garage door to my right,…
We have forgotten who we are, and so we have forgotten how to be. ~ Madeleine L'Engle
There is a bee who keeps visiting me at the table outside by the road. Garage door to my right,…
Lesson 3: Being okay with finding happiness I’m not the cleanest or most organized person. I’m willing to admit that…
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In brainstorming for this post I thought I’d be all cutesy and have one part called, “Why I left Christianity,”…
come find me when the day is bronze and the sorrow is full. i am building my poem in this here…
This was going to be a Facebook post. One that was written in my head in the shower this morning.…
First, some clarification: I have many fucks to give about many things. My friends and family. Pursuing justice. Women’s rights.…