Getting my butt kicked by a bunch of snow. Who knew it was a thing?!
My Wordfest experience(s) and why you should think about attending because BOOKS!! POETRY!! ALL THE THINGS!!
As the crone stretches her arms out she smacks her lips together. She feels the aches and pains in each joint and studies the etched lines in her skin
Our eyes lock, you watch the fear in my eyes grow until each eyeball bulges, detaching from its socket, the optic nerve holds for a moment snaps & it tumbles, hitting the earth creating a small cloud of dust
The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time