Month: March 2014

The stillness of water mimics the blue birds crackle. She wrestled spring on her hips. Aggressively painting sun-stained orange sometimes fiery-red. Salivating with power on her tongue. Blinking ,colliding two thoughts toward the sea of purpose. Rolling down windows ,breaking into the attic to re-invent a voice of her own. Poet Krissy Mosley.

Happiness I am happy because I am breathing… I am happy because I am a Mother I am happy because life has offered me many opportunities to heal my hurts and be strong I am happy because I wear, the smile of forgiveness. I am happy to write again. I am happy to be alive […]