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
I don’t have it all figured out; but I do know the next best step. I bet through the dense thicket beyond the path, some tiny creatures bound along from spongy mushroom top to spongy mushroom top with it all … Continue reading
The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading
It’s spooky season, this little guy may spook most, but do you think this leaf is worried and burdening itself with negative or fearful emotions? Judging from the bounty of this citrus flora, I don’t think for a second it’s … Continue reading
None other than yourself can comprehend,amended social circles and life’s conditions,reexamined interactions, connections and bonds.had to fall to elude it all. In spite of the way you taunted mein the end, it’s not worth proclaiming,the faux-lovers, the forced intimacies, the … Continue reading
It’s inevitable after the finale.Somehow, we forget this about the end.Our bar with engraved affirmation whittling away,yet our dreams lucidly flow as we lay.See post 22 squares ago for a review of our daily avowal.I offer this enantiomorphic shot that … Continue reading
In these parts around this time of the year we prance about in a pageantry of spectacular hues. Said bushes go unnoticed the rest of the year and like the au courant staged events to heighten the freight, this bush … Continue reading
I’m trying to figure out this place, the what and where, the why I have arrived and how to return without the baggage. Where else does one go but the wilderness for answers, for she doesn’t sling any distractions our … Continue reading
May we all see our abundance sooner rather than later.
Forsaken, forgotten & forever adrift So many like yours, lost and adrift. I will not forsake my own. For the nights you promised fireworks, were merely distractions from the climbing stars of the purple dusk. I listened through your ears … Continue reading
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