For Me Your Mother

For Me Your Mother

On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading

Mixed Company

For some of us it feels a bit uncomfortable…others thrive on the idea of sharing their time with others not like them. I often lean toward mixed company or eccentric crowds but also a variety of textures in my nest. … Continue reading