Tag: Phoenix

  • Still unborn

    Still unborn

    Spoken word poem By Miriam E. Miles

  • And so, she soars

    And so, she soars

    She feared the tide – the ebb and flow of her mind’s capacity – for so long that she almost forgot the sound of it’s gentle swoosh along the shore, the pebbles of creativity pushed gently, purposefully forward.

  • The Colliding

    The Colliding

    Exploration of The Colliding and how this poem came about and what it means.

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