What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like…
My First Gnostic Poem
Where is home for you?
Is it a place, a person or maybe a feeling?
Tempest, temptations run amok the satiated tongue,presented in highest fashion until points of desertion,in…
I sometimes go back there, driving downthe streets of my youth, the small housewhere I was married & the old…
I am lost.The winds are strong,amongst the skies, never ending.
How we silence ourselves and mockeach other — it occurred to me as I wasploughing through old paperswhere I found so many…
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Have you seen fog like cotton balls hovering over the fields?