Vienna
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness …
Between Midnight and 3am
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …
Brighton, England
Loopy lady loves to muse and converse with others, writes amateur odes from time to time. I love flowers, my kids, making things, my job …
Bellingham, Washington
Feel free to leave pointers, opinions, or any thoughts\connections. Someone once told me poetry couldn't really be enjoyed until shared. So here it is.
45/F/Michigan
Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm …