Photo by Simon Buchou on Unsplash.
Written for the Word of the Day Challenge and dVerse Poets’ Pub.
I am not
how you perceive.
If you find me
as I wake,
you will see
I am made of aether
undulating upward to the sky:
fog over
a lake-bed at dawn.
The fog and I
slip past you;
I linger at your cheek.
~H
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I'm an artist, writer, and crafter whose creations range from Gothic-style abstract art to crocheted baby blankets. Stories, corgis, and cocoa are a few of the things that help me get through life. Art, whether in words, ink, or yarn, is my passion, and the inability to create is suffocating to me. Here you will find a secret trove of my current works, past works, and even random ideas that come to me in the shower.
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