My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Below Beasts
“they live above our indulgence
and our hackneyed opinions
to only give of themselves
in pure—unconditional love”
Friends In Rivers
“when these hands of friendly earth open wide
rivers of meditation will reflect your soft heart”
My Mother’s Hand
…she learned to write with her left hand—words barely legible and shaky, like prose penned in earthly tremors…
The Vanishing Point
“your digital virtual reality appears as real
or your living reality dissolves into ethers of the virtual…”
Her Last Breath
“her soft skin is drying out
withered into bronze scales
beneath a fiery vacuous sun…”