River Spells: Part Two. {poetry}
Lying on the big rock at the river, singing old songs with an old friend, out of the blue I say, "I miss my dad." RIP, Dad!
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Tesseract: Build the House Just to Burn It Down. {poetry}
Nothing to do, you know? Hemingway as dead as Bukowski andwho the fuck cares? Got to get on withthe simple act of living got to build the house just to burn it down newborn baby on the second floor,mother in the passenger seatas the car pulls away,but this is the sort of shit that is always ...
Freeing My Inner Wild Cat to Feel Balanced Within.
I am coming to terms with what diminishes my sparkle, what and who makes me feel like I am too much of anything or like something is ‘wrong’ with me.
River Spells: Part One. {poetry}
So many beautiful people come to the river, singing songs of gratitude in languages they learned from Native Americans, Eastern Indians, Peruvian shamans.
I Understand the Need for Victims, but I Refuse to Be One. {poetry}
I am less than whatever I’ve been accused of being, and I am more than what I’ve been given credit for, and the city is what I need it to be
Endless Rain Falling Without Mercy. {poetry}
the need to love bones... to drag to the bottom for answers without stopping to consider the futility of questions left floating on the surface
A Manifesto for Breathing. {poetry}
Let breathing be your escape from the solidness, allow emptiness to mold the circumference of the looking glass you have longed to perceive the view through
A World Waiting for Me Beyond This One. {poetry}
Maybe one day I will search for it, but it is of no direction and I am no longer a seeker. I am a see-er of this world right in front of me.
The Sexiness in the Heat of Summer. {poetry}
They say the Italian girls have hot blood. Oh, how we rage. Our little bodies a violent ray of heat, we love like we burn… blistering.
They Came Knocking. {poetry}
“Remember that there is beauty to be found in madness.The darker the night, the brighter the stars.The rougher the Rapids, the smoother the stone.The greater the struggle, the deeper the love.” ~ A. R. Lucas Addiction. It came knocking. And I, without thinking, answered. I answered ...
