
Still unborn
Spoken word poem By Miriam E. Miles Continue reading Still unborn
Spoken word poem By Miriam E. Miles Continue reading Still unborn
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. Continue reading And so, she soars
Exploration of The Colliding and how this poem came about and what it means. Continue reading The Colliding