THE PERVERSIONS OF QUIET GIRLS ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
I’m an orange,
But if I can’t juice — will you throw me out?
BLACKBIRD ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
Fly, fly,
Blackbird.
I don’t know what you’ve seen nor heard,
But I know it hurt.
LADYBUG ~BY ANEGLINA ROLSTON
Just another day waking up alone—
No one blowing up my brand new phone
DRIED PAINT ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
He clings to his rusty wheelchair,
As he clings to his dirty brushes.
“I” ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
A rose will bloom,
A child is born,
While they leave their mother’s womb.
I WAS THE LAST WORD ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
DEMON’S DEN ~BY POETICIA
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
YOU CHOSE COLD, I CHOSE CLOSURE ~BY KERRY OKEYO
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
Finding Your Voice: Writing Exercises for Emotional Release
Life, in its beautiful and messy glory, throws a lot at us, doesn’t it? It is important to express yourself in some form or the other. In this blog, we explore a few Writing Exercises for Emotional Release. Whether you’re navigating the demanding world of work, the fulfilling yet often relentless journey of motherhood (whether…