Lacking words
I went looking
to write them down
tell my stories.
I sat down in the shade
back against a trunk
face to the leaves
eyes to the sun.
The leaves began to fall
one by one I caught them
held in my hand
a word on each.
I spread them on the ground
eager to see the inspiration
I’d received from
the poet-tree.
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I’m a lifelong writer, photographer, and visual artist. I love reading and writing in all genres, with a focus on speculative fiction. When painting and photographing, I love to focus on little things we easily miss, and I focus on a fast, loose style. I have created a life filled with joy, and I feel like it's my purpose to share that with the world through all my art.
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