Swallowed Up (a poem about getting in over your head)
Swallowed Up I'm not Jonah And it wasn't a whale. But I still got swallowed up. Not in the soft, comforting way Of a quilt in the cold Or clouds…
Swallowed Up I'm not Jonah And it wasn't a whale. But I still got swallowed up. Not in the soft, comforting way Of a quilt in the cold Or clouds…
What I Am I am so many things. I am the love stitched into my grandmother's quilts. I am the simplicity and sincerity of a sixth-grade education with the polish…
What's right?When the right feels wrong and the wrong curls affectionately around the right, flowering with poison and smelling of beauty.When the wrong stops the bleeding and the right digs…