Flowers in the Spirit House are Borrowed

Flowers in the spirit house are borrowed, the life that has been given us is lent; we haven’t got a promise of tomorrow, so gather blossoms ‘ere your time is spent. The life that has been given us is lended, like butterflies that live at…

Parable of a black coal

Oh my God, my mother exclaimed, she’s so ugly. Yes, I was the most unpleasant to look at, with big pouting lips, oval face and dirty blonde hair, with big short legs and arms.. Not a cutie chunky monkey. The children at the park avoided…

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O do not feel this is finished yet but here it is   When I work on the holiday album  I call to mind a ton of laughter and love Memories of those days a sum Of days we spent below and above I call…

Watching Her

Each day she rises early puts on her yoga outfit and bikes to the community gym. I don’t see her for another two hours. When she returns home we have breakfast together. I prepare cereal for her, bacon and eggs for me. Both of us…

Weightless and Free

Land and sea, I traveled. Three lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay, with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves. My hand to the plow, my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead. But all efforts…

It Has To Dawn On You (Hour Eight)

I am waiting, eternity upon eternity, For signs of your remorse. It has to dawn on you eventually, Because we are all expanding in our empathy. For signs of your remorse I grow impatient, and hate-filled. Because we are all expanding in our empathy, I…

Pride…

I looked into his eyes & could see his pain… When I realized, I was the one to cause that hurt… He accepted me, & the guard was let down…

Hour 8: Hush Money

Weave a web of silken lies And repose in the centre Wait until you see some flies And bid them please do enter Admire the jewel tones of their eyes While tying each blindfold Gag them with luxury ‘til each one dies Smothered in the…

Inherent Good

The struggle every day is to believe Inherent good can exist in all people We witness lives torn apart too young By those who profess to love and care Inherent good can exist in all people I learned this as a child By those who…