I’d rather be wrong

And have you say I’m nothing.

You ARE lovable.

Books, Baths and Outdated Updates

Life does get busy.

Full of soaking and snuggling. 

Things that make life good. 

Vagrant Mercy

Heart shaped caravan.

Guided solely by its beat. 

Finding its way home.

Fractured Figure

Fitting in this skin 

At the expense of others.  

Careful, taut seams break. 

Ode to the Eerie

Ode to the eerie: 

When there is not enough light,

Dark becomes love. 

Haiku for the Discarded 

Here little orphan, 

Here is all the love I have.

Even that for me.  



Surrounded by firsts:
Like first opening your eyes…
Admitting I’m wrong.

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