A firefly in a bottle It tries it’s best to fly and shine in such a closed space It makes me think… Doesn’t it get tired Seeing freedom through  the fragile glass but unable to reach it It makes me think… It would be strange…

I stand in a field Beautiful nature is revealed Blue sky brightens my day The sun heats my face with it’s rays   The barley stretches beyond my sight Looking like liquid gold of delight Once knew a girl with that color of hair Our…

My lion spirit roars releasing dancing flames like a light house guiding those around me through storms It rejoices in gratitude for the gift of sweet oxygen breathed out by my arbol brethren Each enhale enhances connections to ancestors answering unasked questions Alleluia for revelations…

lethargic by noon i spend the rest of the hours trying to mask the remains of my yesterday eyes and words slow as porridge body and mind heated like a winter’s cottage light flurries strangely, fireflies floating amidst my vision i lay in bed and…

I was in my cottage… And this strange little bird … popped in. He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!” I looked at the treeline; shaking the lethargy of my quarantine. There my porridge sat, and ZOOM, the bird spat! I saw he wore…

A glass bottle was all it took, to bottle up all the feeling we had for eachother, like fireflies attracted to long grass, our feelings the bottle, emotions never subtle, they crammed themselves violently yet peaceful in nature, our feelings nested in each other, we…

I put a firefly in a bottle. The heat along the treeline was cooled. A mask in my pocket ready to use. It is a weird time in 2020.

There is a Firefly in a bottle Rattling It wears a strange mask Of wonder As it zooms back and forth The heat of the cottage Midsummer Is unbearable The tree-line barely visible against the dark sky The firefly lands In the bottle bottom Looking…

I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.

The cottage hid behind the treeline. A firefly circled my bottle of Stella.   It was good to breathe without the mask. It was good to escape the heat and strange faces of the desert city.   The lethargy of summer in my knees, The…