In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
This gorgeous bunch had to come home with me just because. No need for lengthy missives, a cluster of these say it with a tender litheness, and enthusiasmos…a rush of grace to relieve the tension in the air, well jusqu’à … Continue reading
All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading
It’s to my relief I found this stone. Smooth sophisticated and to my surprise subtle sage veins that match the details of my most adorned article when I hit the chopping block. A glistening backdrop to watermelon radishes are a … Continue reading
Pressure that is. A cackling persistent request for more cake by a rowdy dozen or so girls…how can I not make their wish my command. But at first a check in with myself. You got this, it’s your signature cake, … Continue reading
This grossly earned and somewhat weary coming-of-aged beauty only leads to one point…“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.” -Etta James Me, my beloved brew and my toe cleavage … Continue reading
February is for fairer days and for double rainbows reimagined because I just can’t get enough of this optical phenomenon. Nothing screams true faith like a luminous rainbow (not just one but two) contrasting against bespattering clouds. There you have … Continue reading
Not arriving soon, better off taking a nap and pressing the reset button. It’s then, I happily continue to follow my heart instead of the systematic sequels in order to discover who I need to become to get through the … Continue reading
Nothing to win.Nothing left to lose.It’s time for that vice of yours break.Body always bruised,how ever will the spirit soar? Back where I left offbefore the pursuit,a half-bloomed flower, merely on my waypurely becoming myself.And in that season before incubation,clamped, … Continue reading
February is for following her fierce fighters along the mat and for bouncing off them too! There have been a few famous f off’s along the way, ‘cause you know the usual demonic spirits always trying to mess up God’s … Continue reading
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