New to Vocal, not new to writing. Live in Texas. Cat mom, book lover.
I once saw a wasp, with its stinger already pulled out. Walking back-and-forth along the window seal trying desperately to reach outside.
By Rebekah Sykes3 years ago in Poets
In the news today And in much since history, There is not much, To discuss that hasn't been said, Already. The destruction of societies,
I perceive myself to be of many colors; The violet of the sorrow, The gold beams of the sun. The evergreen of breath and life,
