she is feral
she is smooth
a gem
tearing down love
wild in bloom
rushing home
Written for OSI, "lonely" and Sunday Scribblings, "essential".
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- gabrielle
- I live in South Minneapolis with Chris, Emma and Sauvi. We make good trouble together. I am committed to living in such a way as to engender peace and social justice, ecology and sustainability, and cultural, spiritual and artistic expression and exchange. I am interested in dialogue about the core of the human experience.
9 comments:
Sad, in a way!
dad, farther and farther away
in any way, it is sad!
Marvelous, the raw emotion in this is fantastic! I love it!
yet a glimpse of hope, being able to reach back home.
please have a good wednesday.
daily athens
intriguing...nice words!
raw... sad... I like the gem tearing down love.
nicely done~
You have me thinking of those folks who don't stick around, who are all passion and fire this minute and ash the next. How to keep the passion alive, how to bring the conversation indoors from the wild.
I love the gravity of these words.
perfect.
Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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