Blood drips Out of me Love rips Through me Hips meet mine Divine alignment A heightened moment Your touch Sends waves of
By Emily Hopper11 months ago in Poets
“Excuse me ma’am,” the flight attendant said. “That’s your seat.” A woman in her mid to late forties points to a seat across the aisle. She was bossy, but not unkind.
By Emily Hopper12 months ago in Humans
There was once a pear tree that stood tall and proud. It produced the most beautiful, golden pears that were delicious, satisfying, and completely gratifying.
By Emily Hopper3 years ago in Families