From the loving tree…..

By jennifer | February 12, 2019 |

Morning breaks through branches scratching words across the sky and I draw back sometimes like a stranger to love because I’ve taken on some lies that sting and shame and so I look down and miss the affectionate twinkle in the only eyes who get to tell me who I am. But when I listen…

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Compost, joy and gumption…..

By jennifer | September 22, 2015 |

My heart hurts. Bad. And I don’t want to run from the pain or hide out in false places, but I’m not going to sink down into the ache and go dull to the salt and sizzle of living,  either, so I’m hurling clods scraped raw from the clay that I am like bottle rockets exploding thanks,   setting fire to the night,…

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