Rain Dancer

poem by Rain Dancer

My tongue wavers idly against the skin of my knees. My blue jumper cradling them to me. Tucked roughly in my minds eye, Set deep within the wake, In the darkness of the tree. It's leaves extend light, as they gently fall aro... Read more

poem by Rain Dancer

The concept of being a woman was never lost. Instead it seems to have crawled and tried to die somewhere inside me. Hiding from the daylight and the sight of things, I never wanted to see, At that place. Still and stark in its ... Read more

poem by Rain Dancer

I told someone today. I told three people in total. I don’t know why the third. They just seemed to be, in the moment. They may tell, they may not. They will not forget. I can’t remember. I had a cold mirro... Read more