rain soaked newspaper his blatant lies   …   autumn leaves the cicada songs   …   deep forest the…

Outside her mother’s womb the world was craving for a beautiful soul such as she.   …   In the…

Hug A hug so tight, could crush, but doesn’t.   …   Hurt What has hurt you will never die.…

stepping into rain the delicate frisson of chance encounters   …   winter walk – we stop under mistletoe to gather our…

dense fog this morning reading about palliative care   …   In a dry season the sound of rain online…

What’s pain until it’s in your head.   …   I stopped calling this anxiety and relaxed into life.  …

wavecrashingintowave    this longing inside   … blossom wind what’s left of the interned youth   … noonday sun the forest…

In my glass cabin, I cannot hear the storm.   …   Sick and disabled, I laugh under the sun.…

  Regardless of myself, I will exist.   …   Forgiven is the thief who took more than material.  …