Hold in anxiety, then let it dissolve to some frothy nothing. MY day is my day, a row […]
Poems
types of people that can’t still sit, or not do anything, he has to be fully in some […]
frustrated with buttons and plugs, signins and outs– cant i have a pen?
There’s an ocean right there. I think it wants me. But for what? Just swim, swim…
Why not give my Self A Gift? I’ll give me something, Something– Something that– Something that I […]
People with their time, schedules and routines, kept, clean, till life happens, walk–
A new newness, a direction that will get me lost–chuckling compass.
Images distanced become near, proximal, key push, steps quiet, hold–
Rain talking to me, saying more than I can translate. No more plans
Lay down but I want to just get back up– so much I could do. Stop! Sleep.