My 2nd Cleave poem she loves his gruff voice, his calling card that he leaves his hot temper by his shoes neatly by the door, now ajar, open to a world well known to her that could offer support whenever his arm rises up into the air should she need to make his tyranny known… Continue reading Barefoot, or: Naked Truth
An elfchen She Her choices With no exceptions All humans equally human Respect Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4 What… Continue reading Feminism, or: Basic human decency
My 1st oddquain Free- dom requires resources, unless 1 refers to the right 2 die Murisopsis' Scavenger Hunt Muri is running a poetry scavenger hunt this month and an oddquain about poverty is #6 on her list. This is also the first in a series of seven oddquains that I'm writing for my #APoemADay challenge,… Continue reading Give me freedom, or: Give me death
A landay Matrimony is not a contract granting limitless access to another's body It is a full time job being honest one moment at a time, remembering to love, to honor, to respect. It is a practice, a discipline, worthy of every moment.-Jasmine Guy (b. 1962)
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