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
On the precipice, something colossalDeliberated about for eons, such timesEmanating from the sun, waves of activation On your obsessed mind, Susie Q’s pubesNever to be seen again, the shagginess within.The key to tending, all that’s in there.Not wishing to be … Continue reading
Colby isn’t coy in the least. He’s giving me all that he’s got. Nothing kitschy or swarthy about this creature, perhaps Casanova would suit him best. Then there’s Skipper trying to steal Colby’s moves, but he’s not much of a … Continue reading
Even the wind’s whistling halts in mid-air to take heed of the sky beams magnetically drawn to you.Piercing through the hushing air like a monofilament, you remain still.Your arrival inescapable,your unfolding heart everlasting.It’s been a strange, sticky summerit took your … Continue reading
Meet Jude, the established misfit on the ranch. I think he’s misunderstood and more of a marvelous maverick. Some thoughts for what it’s worth in honor of all underestimated spirits like Jude. Don’t think for a second you don’t belong,to … Continue reading
There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading
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
Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading
Yes, a baker’s dozen we were, some drove hundreds of miles while others just a few to gather, giggle and gobble up all thirteen dishes made in our nest (except for the gelato.)I had no other choice but to embrace … Continue reading
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