Raised on love, perse flowers headsThriving in abundance, a single blade in lush greenswardLasting beyond the frost, the courageous onesdashing its way in, the surprisingly obvious Not knowing what’s ahead, all that’s avoidedAll that we have, the presentSomething lost in … Continue reading
From within, a static infliction in all my cellslids soft, heart nearly stillslow, deep breath.Am I breathing or is it you breathing for me?One breath of life, percolating, bubbling from bottom to top. Out of the barn, a cleaner purer … Continue reading
All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers, who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. -David Whyte
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
What no man knowsfrom the unknownto the unknownand in between a glimmering moment. The hush of a peaceful twinklingbrought face-to-face withsilence,satisfaction,that moment that draws close to our hearts of being. Not through a social triumphnor a shared fear terrorbut in … Continue reading
Dustin is composed of the elements Þórr, meaning “thunder”—a reference to the god Thor—and stein, meaning “stone,” finding solid foundations as “thunderstone.” Dustin may be prone to underestimation, but his badass roots will leave no doubt of his potential. Daaammmn Dustin, you leave … Continue reading
I like to see where things are going in unscripted conversations that entice people along on an explosive journey. These days, there’s an unlimited streaming of such dialogs to take part in but many meander aimlessly until a provocative and … Continue reading
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Blood wants to be free flowing in the body.Would do anything to overpower the detriment against its will.Through infinite ways of love, it wells up, on mark for nullification. It’s beautifully high-spirited in these parts. And in an instant, it … Continue reading
Don’t play with her fire. She’ll take your ashes and make poetry out of them until your soul burns with regret. – Joseph Colombrita
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