Writing – Elizabeth Winheld. Poetry + Musings.

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‘From the bottom of my heart’ means: from the place that feels the most. The place ...

As I hold the hose up high to soak the veggie beds from above,  I draw ...

Illuminated by the still-low light of winter, new green shoots burst, glowing from a dull bed of brown. The same low ...

Remember last year, when I kissed you hello and we talked about the weather? What I should have ...

In the depths of my belly burns a spark– if I can reach that spark, I’ll ...

Yes, it is dark. And bloody. Corrupt and evil, gory and gritty. And, holy fuck it is beautiful. Did you ...