breathe deeply it sits there a storm of eyes fed bellies difficult conversations held hands proper hugs. think too deeply an evaded moment velvet-blue flowers
This hot heat, in September! What foul weather is at play?Defiling the senses,Tricking the foliage,Yet, the days grow short. The nose does not lie.The smell
Four walls, no windows,One dry carpet,Four picture framesA variety of chairs,One couch, only one door!Many discarded magazinesAnd semi-functional toys. Your followers, all slavesTo your process.One,
This is time sensitive, as I melt into the deep dark crevices of perpetuity. I must admit that I no longer really exist, and that
Time is spent! The currency is our soul. Sadly, if we are not careful, our spirit is spent too. Sometimes before we even realized it
Just at the momentprickly spines of worryneedle their way intothe presence ofnature’s blithe spirit,Experiences abound…a bird on a rail,the marred winged butterfly,a green grass spider
-Who are you? Almost a sigh, the wind blew…-I am you. Almost an echo, the trees screamed…-I am you. Almost a roar, the sun beamed…-I
Sits sublimeTemporarily taute A satisfying balmSuch eye-catching rot! Such flagrant thirst!Beckoning blushes Beneath spry demeanorLies a pure poesy Its life but a fleeting momentEver in
ON WORK, HOLDING PATTERNS, AND PARIS, FRANCE – OH YEAH, AND CUPID? This February 14th is, of course, Valentine’s Day.
Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile. –William Cullen Bryant, poet, journalist, editor and a driving force behind New York’s Central
Here we find ourselves in this sacred season. For some, it is the season we anticipate all year, and for
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