BlossomingA poem by Patricia McCue BlossomingLast night’s dreamSitting at an outdoor caféWrought iron tableWhite cobblestones under my feetAcross from me - my motherYou should give it up, she saidYou just aren’t blossomingMy heart fellFifteen years of violin lessonsWhat would blossoming... Continue Reading →
A Deep ChoiceA poem by Patricia McCue A Deep ChoiceCarry me down to the furthest depthof the largest oceanPressure buildingGetting darkerFinally we land with a bounceWhat creatures exist hereunder the water’s weight?My curiosity brought me hereClaustrophobia joins meNot natural to... Continue Reading →
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