Thoughts & Poetry


My love is an ocean.
Many men have sailed but sunk.
Deep within the depths are debris.
Broken, fragmented, scattered.
I believe there’s too much rubble.
So much that no one would dare,
To do anything to stay afloat.


A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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