Poetry Urban Redemption if inside the crow I am you are they are we are breathing the stellar dust of crow…
Poetry this is what you call healing it’s a setup i can tell. I should have known not to come here. not to come to this entry
Poetry Water Wind Water wind trills moon blossoms hears evening glades glistening dream pressed against mystery slipping into eyes focused waiting…
Poetry The Days Are Long Where She Lives The days are long where she lives in the dark eye of longitude, her inner mass to fly as tricks delivered behind the performance, springs as gracious undoing’s, dutiful