The scene was set and laid to be.
The cold she bore by the frozen tree.
Its roots embedded she found no cause.
Her soul was trapped with no remorse.
The chill descended wrapped in honor,
as ice cycles dripped from nature fathered. … More Me Preocupa De
Liv could feel the the rush of heat expand inside, outward through her skin. She knew breathing didn’t help. Neither did reminding herself to breathe. It was a just mistake. She made it. But Liv’s body has this habit of defying her brain’s logic. … More What’s In A Name
Power
Phone light dark trees
From light speckles with tyrant blows
Free flowing
Card fester felling lowly
As lovers lead to their own demise … More An Untitled Poem
Tracks…
They lead to that small hut. Inside is the fire blazing, the black round pot being stirred. Quiet child soundless as her braid tied tightly relying on her back. Plain dress and Brown shoes all hush. The fire crackles for life. … More Bear Creek
Olivienne Spencer 