Zero

September 15— another date to uncelebrate. Your birthday doesn’t total no more. Old age is a fable; I was forced to stop counting at 58. Today, you’re supposed to be 59, but instead you’re fucking zero. Zero. Zero. Zero.   © Kindra M. Austin

The Terrible 2s

Today is Poems & Paragraphs’ 2nd birthday. Oh, my Glob! Thank you, David Bowie! You’re awesome, too. Almost as awesome as my readers, friends, and partners in crime. I’ve met some terrific talent and beautiful souls here on WordPress–people who I look forward to crossing paths with every day. Rather than celebrate the birth of

For My Niece, Brand New Today

Dear Morgan, The world is enormously tragical, but within your brand new deep wondering eyes, I see all the beauty— every miracle that is, and ever will be. What omnipotent being exists who is pure as a sweet babe fresh from the womb? Morgan with immaculate heart, springtime flows through your veins— from baby’s breath