(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
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wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
