Month: August 2015

(image by:Stillness Speaks Facebook) I am grateful to write, what would I do If I couldn’t Write? Writing is my wings on fire my Crisco my shea butter my spicy crackle my closet dance Writing – gets me to be me!

She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes navigate between the sky and I miraculous splendor to share in microspec earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate and return with ease…

She rolled back her emerald curls Gave way for wonders oozing and miracles infinite speed- with my eyes I can see.