April 18, 2017 Photograph We’re all just poor, passing photographs Snapshots and misshapen mishaps Formed by laughs and relapse Printed in aberrated facts Torn and tapered edges Jampackedtimelapse Sincerely forgotten pledges Instead of toothsmile wedges Given to quell sketches Disappearing reckless digitals We were developed from negatives Flipping through album sedatives Skipping…
February 29th: EXODUS. ~~~~~~~ An almost-year later, I think the festering Amalekites are dead now.
I voted today.
Everything can change. Everything.
Every once in a while, dont just stick to the crowd. Go into the nooks and crannies and find a universe sometime, okay?
My sister will be married by Friday. Maybe there’s still time to find where my real treasure lies.
We all are not enough, and for what i cannot be, i am not. Thankfully, there is an I Am.
Today, i met one of my role models. Caroline Clare, woman of God and woman of proverbs 31:26. Best day to meet a beloved teacher and friend-close-as-big-sis.
written in a canyon on a drive that changed my life…. or that drove my changed life back to the Canyon it once belonged.
Written for one of my best friends in the world, whose mind is a treasure-trove that i have only known for several months, i wrote this may 8th on the ride up to SLC. The trip through the luscious green mountains was lifechanging.
Please welcome Knucklepen Artist and kindred spirit, Abigail Byers, and an excerpt from her fingers -hot off the wordpress.
Written on a Caroline Clare Class writing prompt with the early poetry club which turned into Writer’s Block. My poemization of psalm 114. (The whole poem is not posted.)