Thank you, Dr. Seuss for speaking for the Truffula trees for the brown-bar-ba-loots, the swomee-swans, and the humming- fish — and all those whose blood in some…… Read more “Thank You, Dr. Seuss”
it was months ago when i picked rosehips along my path home by the sea, slipping each one like a little gold nugget into the pockets of…… Read more “i dream of rosehip tea.”
Autumn breathes on my face from afar — so fresh! — stirring every unique nerve ending to sudden, electric life. As if my mother’s cool hand rested…… Read more “…That Thing with Wings”
you reach out a hand to pull sky down the stars, yes the heavens themselves are but bread to you, so break it, break it all upon…… Read more “Capital”
stars spark in the blackened deep: fingertips of the gods (carefully holding in bright hands a ravaged planet, burnt flowers drifting down from each. point. of. contact.