Seasons depart peripherally.
Agony of anxious
Fear —
not running-from-bear
but running-from-life
Courage —
not getting-up-the-nerve
but getting-up-every-day
Chatterbox
Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.
Marriage material
They loved with a love that was frayed around the edges but strong
Proof of youth
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
Freedumb
To burn one book is to burn the entire library.
Depending
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
Beary much
There’s nothing like a mama-hug.
Phoenix sunrise
the seam between desert and night
glows pastel to neon to clear blue light
Openings
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.
Grow love
Plant love everywhere, so that it grows through the cracks in hatred.
Tempus insaniam
Please someone tell me—
am I actually demented,
or just well-fermented?
2int0x1c4t3d
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.