Where it’s Safe Angelisa Colette Miranda art, Poetry, Uncategorized November 13, 2013November 14, 2013 I am here– No hands to grasp the prickly air or limbs that long for impossible love– But I am here — a face stuffed with pale, white mud –so that the world will never get in or out of me. -“Where I am Today” Angie Hoover-Hillhouse Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published November 13, 2013November 14, 2013