Written for an old pen pal, a springtime favorite. You can read it free here, or own it in My Name Was Indigo.
EDIT: The original image had a typo, which has since been corrected.
Written with the fears of youth in mind one night while climbing into bed, this poem can be read free here, or you can own it in the collection My Name Was Indigo.
When learning to embrace my body as a whole, I had to first embrace one part of myself. Read it free here, or own it in the collection Journey Through the Hinterland.