i see them they feel their way back ‘home’ carrying things i will not understand moving in jagged lines being exactly where they ought to i didn’t feel when one walked …
where do thoughts come from
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ― Emily Dickinson — they are not you my therapist says okay i say nodding a lie i don’t know what she means ever feel …
pink, like your brain
i search the pinkness no poem comes out sit in a busy cafe let the distractions seep into the poem i sit in my distraction-less room play a video Coffee Shop Sounds …
the yellow frog
“You call it a near death experience, I call it a near life experience!” ― LJ Vanier — it was a sunny day blades of grass swaying with ease mosquitos buzzing in the silence patches of …
the smell of spring
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ― Pablo Neruda — gently softly reassuringly the aroma fills my being like a song sang with care by the most delicate …
inside a cloud
“Mist around a mountain: all reality is there.” ― Marty Rubin — have you ever been inside a cloud? among the excited drops their exuberance in a dance that kisses your face and touches …
