I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
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By the magic held in storms
on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like… Read more “By the magic held in storms”
Morning snowfall
I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.
The epiphany
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t… Read more “The epiphany”
Indigo Tuesday 