Posted in New Work, Poetry, Random, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations, Uncategorized

Insomniac Dream Journals

Filling up journals

with wanton words

of want; on

nights like this one

where sleep evades

drifting awareness –


like goodbyes and the duskiness

of approaching sunset.


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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