Be still,
or churn,
like butterfly milk,
like curdled cream.
I dreamed that we cannot dream past September.
Maybe God will explode then,
and all the stars
and all the planets
and all the moons
and all the science
and all the religion
will mix together in a giant tornado
and the desert will no longer be
and then,
I will no longer be.
Hey everyone!!
I am super excited right now. I had five pieces accepted for publication in ART 4 The Homeless Magazine. Not just that, but I am their featured artist for April. April is National Poetry month so I am just beyond words that they chose me. Check out there website. This is an extremely good cause. Coming from a family that was without a home during some of my childhood, I feel very honored to have been chosen.
Thanks for reading everyone! You are all so wonderful to comment and share your thoughts with me. I look forward to it everyday! I look forward to getting to know you that are recurring visitors. 🙂
So much love to all of you!!
XOXOXO
Maggie Mae
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