Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather liv…
“What do you taste?” She asked me. I didn’t know what she was talking about because I wasn’t eating anything. As a matter of fact, there was no food anywhere near us. I looked at her quizzingly…
It sounded like a tin roof with the beating of rain
Rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat..
It felt like a digging that pleased him because it was
Digging out the stuck righteousness that held back th…
At first deep winter hits him like a stone wall
Impenetrable
The thought of climbing up
stills even hope
Darkness ensues and the last thread of
Doing
Escapes his fingers
Left to a fe…
Morning of her Poetry Reading.. 7:15AM
Everything is packed, camera, overnight bag, yoga mat, food for lunch, reading materials and her pillow, she never goes anywhere overnight without it. …
Nothing matters except that We Love..
And as you know Momaji
‘With Love…All Things Are Possible.’