A limerick for reclaimed slurs
When I was an AFAB kiddleMy identity fit like a… Read More »A limerick for reclaimed slurs
Poetry Has a Shape
My Favorite Color
Heart’s Ease In the spectrum of visible lightHues in array… Read More »My Favorite Color
My Apologies to Mr. Lear
Honestly, Some people! There was an old Man on the… Read More »My Apologies to Mr. Lear
A limerick for 7:30 AM
Every morning I wakeHalf blind with my neck in an… Read More »A limerick for 7:30 AM
Sometimes
Sometimes They tell you things you need to hear
Sometimes They tell you things you shouldn’t hear
Ice Age of the Heart
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with an additional element, and you just can’t take that away- it’s like printing a poem without any vowels. The music is integral to the form- most of the time.