the mission of unearthing self brought a sensible irony within
Inked were my words into the air of yours.
declarations are diminutive
for we only avow to deaf ears
views of yesterday were shallow I said,
there were crevasses we missed.
there is company like the sip of one's favorite coffee, a type of simple bliss enjoyed, peace, the same as solitude where different voices can blanket the… Read more "Company like Coffee"
wistful we are with trembling hands, and porous are our defenses against nature's shower it sweeps in rhythms a mixture of old with new a touch of… Read more "rhythm and rain"
there was angst fuming from trashed possessions but now I create flames with this restless heart once fooled, now awakened.