the moon and plum tree
make flow’ry springtime shadows—
lovers of the night
Mindfield
Worry is my worst enemy — an enemy I unleash upon myself.
Little thriving without roots
Live for the roots
Love the green
Dance with the blossoms
Radiant joy
Aside from new babies, new mothers must be the most beautiful creatures
I sew ragged
Poetry is patchwork —
& only the best poets
can hide all the seams.
Windblown
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
Cosmic pulse
The bones of music are the universal rhythms within
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Classics declassified
Grass of Walt
[D!@%] of Moby
Boz gets Lit
Bard’s the [$h¡t]
Threads
Life is woven of love and death, aches and smiles, persistence and letting go.
Ill & well
Do not take anything for granted — not one smile or one person or one rainbow or one breath, or one night in your cozy bed.
Simple but not empty
The goal of life: simple, but not empty.
War paint
We paint our lives with passion and peace, with love and laughter — to cover the pain and scars, the bitterness and tears.