AMMA i see birds by my window tree,          dappled in leaves & sun    how freely they glide about          in the gentle morn...

Grace @ Everyday Amazing i stop at the intersection-  a man with red luggage crosses the street, asking for directions, coal eyes perp...

       is not out of the b l u e,  they are     s m a l l    o n e s- paper   c u t,        m i s s e d    word( ing ),     ...

Picture by Grace @ EverydayAmazing  The roses are abounding     like tiara of rubies & silk         umbrellas unfolding...

i'm shy as a turtle under this shell, i'll  hide from everyone, yet you always  see me I don't want to com...

the way you swell:   a fuller moon, a fragrant rose - on my hands  Picture credit:   Just a Picture the way you tremble: p...

     This city is not our city.   This hand which scrambles   to find the file and pen   like seagull scrunching for food   in the...

we climb out of our cars, straining  to see the last harvest of full moon.  The trees are silent as we're counting each grain w...

Photo by Grace @ Everyday Amazing the night  brings  the restless words into open:  raw as pitted seeds, bare bones, grieving  ...

You sold me to an old man, father. May God destroy your home, I was your daughter. ~0~ My body is fresh as henna leaf: gree...