Blood bones of the self
Built to grow, air water earth
Fire of my life
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from J Giddens and writers in Poets and other communities.
To climb is to breathe! To feel heaven at the peak Another mountain
By J Giddens3 years ago in Poets
There’s a silent strength that flows through feminine veins, One hidden behind a pasted smile and a black sense of humour,
By Colleen Millsteed about 13 hours ago in Poets
I don’t have to jump out of airplanes. This freefall through the cosmos hasn’t landed me yet, though I’ve crashed all the way
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Poets
This challenge wasn’t about clean starts. It was about that weird in-between where something is beginning, but no one really knows what yet. A lot of these stories leaned into hesitation, into pauses and false starts and that feeling that something is about to happen but hasn’t quite.
By Vocal Curation Teama day ago in Resources
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.