A woman who can’t be carried by a man is not a woman at all
She’s an elephant to be hunted for ivory
She’s a mountain who must be blasted,
her every precious bit of gold mined and stolen
She is a thundercloud to be avoided
yet harvest lightning from for electricity to brighten…
Show us what this time of year means to you!
Poems, short stories, about the feelings this time of year brings.
What are you wearing? How are you celebrating the holidays if at all?
What does the year ending mean to you?
Draw, paint, create something to share!
If you want to submit something not related to what is said above then go right on ahead! It’s all love! I’ll be working through submissions starting Monday!
