poetry New York Midnight. {poetry} My amazing midnight man Hold on We are almost there One midnight, one bed Endless possibilities of building a life On another coast Continue Reading
wisdom God or the Devil? The Devil is nothing more than the duality of thought caused by the other self in me hindering the speech of God within to the divine being that I am. Continue Reading
smile Thank Goodness for Foil and Plastic Bags and the Truth of Love. I used to save the grocery store plastic bags so generously donned on me at checkout to shovel litter-covered cat poop into. Continue Reading