Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…

HOUR SEVEN i. itchy feet- a banjaran footprints on the golden dust- sweet vanilla scent I prick cactus from my heart.   ii. emerald lake- coarse pebbles kohl eyes on the lake bed unruffled water monotony I reflect on my life choices.   iii. a…

The first drop is always the most courageous. Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection, Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction. Lack of malice, holding no contention, sweetly, softly, landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension….