
It is hard to contemplate a world where words are simple, yet daily we find the simple ones explaining the quantum complexities in their minutia.
It is hard to contemplate a world where words are simple, yet daily we find the simple ones explaining the quantum complexities in their minutia.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/poetry-words/
The fairy muse does not read so well, especially since she is not proofing to be sure I got what she wants said correct.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/dear-mantra/
What happens when the fiery fae decides to tackle prose? The blues.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/mantra-and-the-blues/
What is there about wolves which make them believe we do not notice how their wool coats hang funny?
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/poetry-truth/
Mantra at the crack of dawn is a strange and eerie sound: an oxymoron exercised in juxtaposition.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/poetry-sacrifice-pastoral/