I went out looking for myself, and this is what I found A heaping, hot mess of abuse, not entirely unsound Some given, some received Some conjured, some perceived Copious judgment, hoarded stores of pain Senseless actions and wounding words – Seeping, weeping, insecurity remained Compulsion, revulsion, Binge and expulsion Five bloody knives from flesh cut […]
Ten, Again by Kim Valzania
When she rides her bike she feels ten, again Wind in her hair, racing down the street, switching the gears On her bike she has no bills, or worries, or fears She does not feel her ascending years And happiness is the sound of pedals whipping ’round, and wheels to the ground, and is found and found (and found again) in moments […]
At the Sea, The Child Returns by Kim Valzania
At the whisper, the rolling swish of waves, at the sea, the child returns Hot sand sifting and flip flop prints, the child, she returns Gull, tipped head looks and looks and knows that little child, for she has just returned Laughing, face lifted to the sun, eyes closed but to the sun, the child […]
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