Bells Palsy a poem by Ingrid Bruck To smile is natural until you can’t. It happens fast as a hummingbird. Nerves on one side of the face stop working... #bellspalsy #poetry #poems #poets #literaryjournal #dailypoem #poemaday
Garden of Eden They will call her the widow with no grass. In a gated mobile court, she builds a garden, fills every inch of ground with shrubs, trees and vines. Inside the double trailer, her husband lays dying of... Continue Reading →
Roadmap Read the leaves, truth sayer. Oh Oracle of Delphi, read the bones. Hear stories of women and family. Nature observation paves my way to personal understanding. I talk to wildflowers in the garden that overflow their boundaries and watch... Continue Reading →
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