Fill Her Up Some.
This is where we’re at and I’m going to need a refill where I’m headed. No room for that madness or blame, nor sorrow nor shame…I only wish my head was clear before I took his name. What a blessing … Continue reading
Category Archives: Blissfully Fearless
From Then ’til Now
Open in plain sight, false sense of infallibility.Underneath it all, stark and unadorned agony (a cruel lesson, yet a lesson all the same.)On replay, denial.In my heart, knowing.In my bones, knowing.Stuck in my throat, knowing.Most challenging step, acknowledgment, and yet … Continue reading
All Wound Up
There’s a bit of an influx of sensitive and tightly wound-up types. I’m not sure why they are coming out of the woodworks now more than ever, must be something in the air. I’m keeping the windows and doors open … Continue reading
I Bid You Well
In this decayed hole among the mountainsIn the faint moonlight, the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapelThere is the empty chapel, only the wind’s homeit has no windows, and the door swingsdry bones can harm no one … Continue reading
Ready and Waiting
There is a new kind of dreaming and we’re in it.
Someplace Special
“You make me question everything beautiful about myself.And yet I run to you,Bleed out my colorsOn your doorstepAnd beg for you toFeed me your darkness.” –Alix Klingenberg Sometime later… “And then one day you will wake up to the realization … Continue reading
Before
I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading
Burden
Not much enviable snow to show the day after the first fall, especially on demanding lanes. It looks more like a tiring carpet, but this bank of clouds hovering over our heads may have more to unload. Clouds full of … Continue reading
White Sky, White Peaks
Look what we got today, not a whole lot but a significant amount to call it the first heavenly fall of the season. Light and breezy is how they all floated down. It’s a mixed emotion this first wintery wonderland, … Continue reading
Forming Letters
What do we do when we come across a glowing pink façade? We use it as a living canvass and spell out our name with our torso and limbs, twisting, torquing and stretching. It’s a good thing we are flexible, … Continue reading
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