waking slowly within your arms held like a bird in a nest gently snugly my heart feels a neodymium pull toward you caressing my ribcage tenderly tapping winged impressions upon my hull my soul is flying homing within your wide open skies 202308

I hope you know I hope you know that I still love You Life And in gnoing That I care That I have and will And so do And will be On In Love With You know I still love you right? after left? after care? Like a leaf blown…

There’s a demon, or a few (such sacred friends) that I’ve made a home for Inside my heArt And oh! Land Ho! It’s such a beautiful place With wide open vistas, cool streams, mountain lakes, lothlorian forests, and desert cathedrals. …

the seed of another kind of awareness snaked through my veins moved into my heart welcomed Home buzzed about like a housewife making herself comfortable the stained glass windows lit up from the inside the stem cells seeped into each corner each crevasse as it stretched and grew brighter on…

I fell asleep watching YouTube (1:51:13) and woke up to the Inca being destroyed by the conquistadors. The strange smile on the narrator’s face. The weight of his words not really resonating within his voice. The Incas filled three huge rooms to ransom their leader with the sweat of the…

So while i was traveling to upstate New York, my friend (and ride) and I stopped at a little Jamaican place called “Maroon Girl” in Fishkill for lunch. It was obviously recently opened, and totally the real deal as far as mom and pop shops go. …

Three philosophers Walked into a bar One said I can spin Straw into gold The other said I hold the Philosopher’s Stone And the third just took a breath felt within and looked around and listened 202304

Sending love. To You. Soulful love. Love that speaks to being grateful to be alive. Love that expresses gratitude to have so many amazing and kind people nearby in our lives. Love of the spirit and of the flesh being safe walking down the street and inside home. Love that combines…

living on the edge of the post post world wearing metamodern attire watching it crumble time on tumble Rubble tonight running my fingers across your skin feels like a violin sounds feels like the smoothest sanctuary sandpaper my heart’s beat resists like… that jailbird resting singing against it’s bars against the clef held between your hands a smirking mug shot winking at the camera sings a sing-along leaves you wondering what You did to end up here a swinging breathing feeling void