Outside of the inside

    So I told him, I Wear myself outside of the inside Like a flag or banner I wear who I am Outside of the inside I Speak in parables In stories and poems And I wear myself Outside of myself Like a flag … Continue readingOutside of the inside

An ode to my children

An ode to my children, who keep me in line who keep me up late and make me smile. I miss you. You’re away with your father and oh how I miss you without you, mama is a holy hot mess.