As brown turns to green
Cows chew the cud
By white pipe fences
I could be in any of many familiar places
Low slung cacti
Give the only indication
Of my true location
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
BOOKS - WRITING - HUMOR - ABSURD
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
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