If I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a mural, of love and peace and if that quill made magic realwrote songs to sing, […]
I can hardly contain my excitement as I slip on my fall jacket, zip up my boots, and head out. The moment I step outside, I can smell the sweet scent of autumn leaves blowing all around me, some landing on the tip of my boots while others randomly fall here and there, and just […]
fair-skinned and bleak she cannot speak but she can write when the shadows talkher quill ignites the ink spills down across the pageher words have volume, but make no sound and can only be heard were death is found a slender black candle flickersbleeding wax like open woundsthe scent of blood and memoryfills the […]
Dyslexia it’s not just a disability it’s an annoyance, people say but I can’t help it I was born this way, the average person sees written instructions— to them, a simple plan but for me— a new language in a foreign land, what you see clearly I struggle to see that’s dyslexia— that’s just me, […]
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