It’s Time The plastic dollar store basket I keep my underwear in is overflowing, overstuffed with various sets of six styles of underwear purchased to support my wavering waist, period-puffed and peri-menopausal. The Hanes in bright hues, polka-dotted and pretty lose the elasticity and bottom-sag by 4pm. The costco brand earth tones are too big,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 27
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POEM A DAY – April 22
Grateful for the Sun Simmering skinUltimate ultravioletNecessity now
POEM A DAY – April 19
I spent about 7.5 minutes on Instagram before I wrote this poem. I wish I could be like Austin Kleon who seems to have figured out his place in the etherwebs, and continues to thrive as 'himself'. I don't know. I got another major rejection on Friday. This one is taking it's sweet old time… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 19
