Writing is my way of returning to myself. Nature is my most generous muse.
After the swell of autumn color Sparseness invades. November's tympanic sky stretches
By Kara Lu2 months ago in Poets
If freedom is an eagle Why must it circle so, around and around and around Below, we trace the broad and shadowed wingspan
Hide me away In a soft-shelled egg Like a leatherback turtle waiting to be born. Only- I don’t want to wait in the dark. I want
By Kara Lu3 months ago in Poets