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

Burning Bush

Burning Bush

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