Changeling Once, up on a shelf in my sister’s room on a slender stand of silver there was a round and shining mirror. With my sister gone to school and my mother napping in an empty afternoon, I quietly entered the brightness of the room. The white canopied bed with rose covers curved and billowed …
Still figuring things out.
Cornfed and Confused: Thoughts from a Queer Southerner.
Proverbs 31:25 She is clothed with strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future.
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Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
