I am No One
I have been defiant. Shaking off the conditioned cloak. Stripped bare to my bones. Where I became no one, No one but myself.
Poetry
Buzzard Ladies
Buzzard ladies, I salute you. You are the topic of the hour, The fodder of gossips, And the inspiration for a thousand questions. You don’t seek the spotlight, but claim it all the same. Hermits of the hills, I admire you. The audacity to not need us, Your solidarity of one, The tenacity to shirk … Read more Buzzard Ladies