Self-love regardless
Shoulders back, eyes to the sky
It's my life; it's mine.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro and writers in Poets and other communities.
I wear many hats Snow-capped to colors, brown, green Change like no other.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
I have a trio of health amulets: cloth mask, pair of gloves, pair of socks. all made of cotton, and they act as barriers.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
My beat-up little red Beetle barely made it up the house’s drive. I will say this: the house had presence. A looming presence. But I needed the job.
By Alicia Anspaugh7 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.