Paper Thin How delicate, fragile, the ego, the self, the dreamer, the flesh, unprotected, tender, soft bellies exposed, ripe for the tearing, the wolf, the critic. The faith, the bold front disappearing under scrutiny before the faceless masses. What was surety, now melting, hardened heart hibernating hiding, behind apron strings. We are surrounded and constructedContinue reading “Paper Thin, poetry and digital art by Joan Ellen Gge”
