I have made some angry. But I regret nothing that I write.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
I have made some angry. But I regret nothing that I write.

The past is just a moment in time; move toward a brighter future.

I'm romantic but no love conquers all.

I have concluded nothing but heartache helps us understand ourselves.

I'm infinitely grateful that time continued quietly into gentle nothing.

Stop and laugh more.

I am so entirely wrapped up in self, I think I feel nothing at all.

I gave up a love so incredible: he had me in a shiver of flesh and touch... I think of the face I love and he is gone. I know I have to live with that.

I am better alone I think, an eclectic coffee table stacked with books, I feel more vulnerable to this than to any lover.

I didn't determine to be a feminist I realized I've been here all along.
