Poems from S.Ward

The Unedited Me
A mix-up, mash-up mosaic, a little lass full of love and longing. I am not behind a wall of trick-photography. What you see is the...
Unfinished Wet Clay
I’m no longer a blank canvas, a piece of wet clay. I’ve been molded, painted upon.   This odd shaping and random streaks of color: a mess...