A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Fountain pen
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A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
Hands on hip, baby,
sketchbook. Diapering, drawing,
birthing creation.
She may have faults but
to me she’s flawless, a me
I wish I could be.
Why they don’t do it
my way I can’t understand
’cause I’m always right.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.