PinnedThe Beautiful Hospice NurseYou wouldn’t know it to look at her, that Beautiful Hospice Nurse. How beautiful she really is! The way she comforts someone. The way she…Jul 23, 20185Jul 23, 20185
Published inPrism & PenOde to Coming Out — another poemHe finally loved her and set her free into the world, a lady no longer afraid.Mar 43Mar 43
Published inPrism & PenThe Crocus and I: Transition to BeautifulThe Crocus not seen, as my identity. Before spring, transition begins, a sign of hope. My struggle, against the surface, to rise above, a…Mar 2Mar 2
Published inRed RoseClothes From My ClosetThey were never there no dresses or skirts shirts, not blouses shoes too small my identity in the darkFeb 251Feb 251
Published inRed RoseMy Feminine Voice Through Poetry: Listen to what I write.I tell my story you hear my voice, an auditory illusion. You judge the sound, but not my heart.Feb 201Feb 201
Published inRed RoseA Stranger in the ParkCharlie and I were walking in the park. Charlie is my dog, and my companion. It was cold that day. A stranger followed us. Charlie wanted…Feb 142Feb 142