Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. — Zora Neale Hurston

Other’s smile stretches long and full, delicately-crinkled eyes radiating warmth I shudder slightly repositioning my body to cradle a new softness Other’s eyes its halogen lamps birth unimagined without incubation I smile, teeth incandescent in their returning offering my love as midwife to Other’s own emergence ~ From my 2017 Advent poetry challenge. ~ 

thinking and becoming

i have agonized and hemmed and hawed about posting on here for far too long. perhaps if i post something, i will stop agonizing about whether or not i am posting something. welcome to the experiment! this poem (and prompt) from my advent poetry challenge, written december 21st.  thinking and becoming  things I’ve thought i…