Rest

Time for bed time to take my weary head and lay it down upon a sham and close my lids tuck and press until i find that perfect rest. I'll die in a sense no defense no pretense no justification no preparation. If burglar comes i won't be ready if news breaks i won't be... Continue Reading →

Forget myself

I want the storm to come and fill the atmosphere with three dimensional anticipation- eruptions of power. I want the storm to come blow right down into my sunny status quo where the air is still. I want the storm to come stir things up, promise change, bring thunderheads pregnant with rain. I want the... Continue Reading →

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