go with all your heart. I cannot buy into the psychosis of fear. Fear that every minute you are surviving instead of living on this life plane is a massively manipulated concept that befell upon us because we allowed for … Continue reading
If I look grimy in this photo it’s because I was. We hit the sandbox, which for the first time since the heat kicked in we had it all to ourselves. After castle building, we lied supine and basked in … Continue reading
These days our windows look as if someone flicked her wrist with a few broad strokes of a chartreuse-tipped paint brush. It’s a heavily wooded view masterly leafing out right about now as the soft pastels of spring emerge overhead. … Continue reading
If you are catching the vibe you know your potential is no less improbable, no less spectacular than your wildest dream. It’s no wonder that at this culmination interval, hybridized long-tongued fabricators aggrandize their mass program of biohacking of the … Continue reading
A little someone always seems to be struck by a bit of restlessness every nightfall. And come eventide, a weary mama gathers and assembles vibrant bits and pieces that keep her interest and enrich her creativity, this eve we’re under … Continue reading
Some days I feel I need to be a soldier and other days I know what I need to be, but I choose to be a poet. Some days we need to hear things more melodiously. Coerced into a space … Continue reading
Still experiencing spring vibes over here. If temps hold steady only rain to materialize with flakes banned until the end of the year. No residual winter blanket left, however, the graffiti remains. Unfortunately, so do the consequences associated with the … Continue reading
A lot of divination happening with this menacing technocratic universe but I’m not letting it phase me, I’m going inwards like these two old souls here. Their only concern is the present. Why feed the power source with the energy … Continue reading
Only one spark to light the room. Just one ember, flickering and illuminating what has been hidden. From that sparkle another and another until a glimmer no longer is a glimmer but a combustion. A spirit in forced confinement can … Continue reading
Playing on this side of the pane all afternoon with my side kick. In the soil along a craggy creek under a shower of golden light while joint tortfeasors carry on with their egregious choreographed events. Creatures of statute, au … Continue reading
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