They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.
Furiously and gorgeously write your ass off.
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers
The male is colored much more gorgeously than the female so that he can be shot and made into feather embroidery.
We can grow gracefully, or gorgeously. I pick both.
Lizzie Harris's Stop Wanting is an unflinching book about a girlhood filled with violence, doubt, vulnerability, and loss. These gorgeously crafted and hauntingly memorable poems are a bleak place full of life, prayer, and the kind of answers only poems like these can provide.