L.·Sep 13, 2016The HuntressSing Mockingbird sing Screech into the night the unbearable Truths of my demise — Loud for me to hear I have an enemy. I see her at a…A response icon1A response icon1
InRamblings of a Mad WomanbyL.·Sep 12, 2016Monkey See, Monkey Don’tWhat is the point of reproduction?A response icon1A response icon1
L.·Aug 17, 2016Little Bird — GreyI wonder I wonder: What song she will sing The little bird — grey with a clip on each wing. A whistle of whimsy or Whisper of woe — The…A response icon2A response icon2
InRamblings of a Mad WomanbyL.·Aug 15, 2016Ashes! Ashes!We all fall downA response icon3A response icon3
InRamblings of a Mad WomanbyL.·Aug 8, 2016Why do I waste my time?Why do I contemplate such futile things?A response icon1A response icon1
InRamblings of a Mad WomanbyL.·Jul 26, 2016Sincerely Lucy,Beach Music by Pat Conroy, begins with this story of a man wandering through the streets of Venice one evening. As a masked woman grabbed…A response icon3A response icon3
