12 was wrong its chapter 52.
Lite as air gliding seeking Howl comes from an unseen whitewolf How I feel when I share written tales Less alone Less troubled Purposeful Like my row boat the one I dream of Stays her course Floating while I stay in the current Orgassmicly, blessed less alone Tears of joy Fill me as I learnContinue reading “Feathers”
he leaned against the stone wall
Outing walk to curb to get food bank food. Food bank food is Not grocceries I share three meals a week with my neighbor Then I read Read Read Wrie Read past lonliness Abandoned Famiky stuck in their mattrix where lies are real.
Star of David
that old saying pick us do we not bleed!
Iowan,Single,Out,Lesbian,Poet,Writer,business woman, me
you were her shield
To many answers are worse then one