My insides are aware of what’s poison sweet, and tangy.At this point in my life, I’m only gratified by the real thing,I’m waiting with the smoke and ashes, sucking in green for company.Listening in, tuning to the frequency of beauty,as I am speaking to myself softly, calming the child in me the best way that … Continue reading The Irony of a Rose Between the Thorns: Contemplative Poetry