The Crimson Sparrow

If you took your heart out of that brown paper bag you keep under your coat If you cracked it open like the book beside your bed that ...

I see your eyes drift to her again lightly and ever so slightly above the clink of glasses the murmur of voices the collage of bac...

Explosions Deep and booming, Blowing billows of blue sea, Heavy under the undercurrent And rolling only small and flicking Waves that ...

I am distinctly grateful that, as a woman, I have the unique privilege of experiencing an era and a culture in which I am not forced to liv...

in still, clear silence I breath in and out like a vibrant, living pool of unrippled water waits in peace teaming with potential the sky e...