All mourning blindly, For that which cannot be born, Escape the damp pain.

Prompt 2 – In 10 Years   In 10 years   I’m 30, in ten years’ time I’ll be 40 I wonder what it’s like to be 40? 40 is the new 30 or so they say, 10 years is a long time, a decade…

Is where it doesn’t Feel meddlesome Day or night   Somebody cherished will come along To bolt the entryways And near the light   That basic giggle From out the patio will set me down To tune in right   And on entry you will…

Hunger… Nourishment found, Her life’s sanguine essence, Accepted offer, tithe gifted, Teeth fed.  

Why do they scoff at Hmong Khis Tes: Hand Tying with white strings at weddings and other celebrations to hold a person’s soul together to shield them from evil spirits   Do they scoff because Wiccans or Pagans did it Millennials ago: Tying hands together…

I come to tell you not to worry Pink clouds carry on as they should Winds carry seeds Ice melts Fire burns The Earth cares for herself Human, you are no less mysterious than the salmon You both work so hard only to reach death…

Anger. Rage. All around people training to fight or defend. Awkward martial arts. Beautiful faces, roiling with ego and fear. Beautiful bodies with angular limbs, exposing uncertainty in proportion to the size of their weapons. Brandishing arms of war with snarls of terror to frighten…

Just like a soup, we keep stirring a loop, our lives also follow, the same patterns. Hearts ache for an escape, and we find ourselves late, in the hands of our fate, we keep passing the dates. One fine day, when all our chores are…

Unity of two people lovers. Likes and hobbies intertwine. A newness is born each day. Emotional connections grow stronger as time passes. A togetherness is created in the unity of two people.