It all ends up in the landwash
out with the tide
in with the times
over there, with your emotions.
Bent at the knees, begging for direction
we’re iron clad (with our devotion)
Not as black and white as wrong or right
I just write –
I just wanted to be a woman of letters
But the problem is..
I’ve forgotten your address.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.