Promise – Mary O’Donnell

Promise I try not to cast too much shade. Sin would be to use the excuse of her growth in my womb, to imagine her as a limb of myself. She is her own tree, late-winter’s indomitable shoot. She takes cupfuls of sun. I stand well clear as the branches stretch like flutes playing allegros.... Continue Reading →


he hid behind a mirror and I yanked him through the frame to face the real shame of never owning your pain - B. Brown (image courtesy of Pinterest)

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