Yesterday I went for a walk with a friend. At the beginning of the walk, from afar, I saw … Continue reading The Caterpillar that Could. . .
There are parts of me I’ve been working to love. Parts that I have hidden from myself. You … Continue reading Thank You
These hands brusque molds of barro Too masculine for ruffled skirts and Hair resting gardenias Hands of heavy honey … Continue reading An Extension of My Heart