Too empty with nostalgia
Mossy bottle bereft
of her Genie, too busy too light
Nay though, my mind:
My soul could fill with sapience
My mind fearful to repose
If only to surrender.
Feminist Poetry, Essays & Creative Nonfiction
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
We're all on a road to somewhere.
We believe in being brave.
A Soft & Sensual Erotic World
A potpourri of emotions
A journal of poetry, short fiction, visual art and experimental media.