Nicolle
- Jul 10, 2023
Sandy Shores of Rough Waters
When an old journal becomes a new and re-purposed journal, I tend to find bit and pieces of past writing scribbled in margins...
Nicolle
- Oct 13, 2020
We Are Not the Vines
We Are Not the Vines
They say we are the vines,
Growing and branching out.
But they’re wrong.
We are the fences,
Bending over from the...
Nicolle
- Jun 13, 2018
Outside
I do not know why the leaves swallow me whole And the grass laughs from below Why the branches shake at me Why I’m drowning in stale air