A decade or so ago, I wrote this poem and from this sprang the children’s picture book, Where Wildflowers Grow. In this, my siblings and
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All Hallows’ Eve
I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.
Cracked
I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—
Kintsugi
Broken were we, shards and splinters from life’s toils had fallen from us. Fractures driven deep through time had taken their toll But our love
Sea Glass
Broken, cast out, or simply fallen into disrepair, our fragile nature cracks. On a sea of emotions, we float until the waves of time work
Arsenic
He had stardust in his eyes, and even now, they twinkled under the moon’s light. His soft parts firmed and stoked her passions. She wondered
Julie Kusma, Queen of Horror 