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My Soul It Speaks my soul it speaks not with words upon my lips but with sunlight peering through umbrella trees in quietu..

Alice in Wonderland as a child i don’t recall the golden book ever read to me of “Alice in Wonderland&rd..

The Topic of CancerIt rained the day we buried you. I acclimated myself to the pain through the mindless fog of family and well-wishersand the ov..

Valentine you are the dance my heart skips a beat to… the dance my heart…

Null and Void the gravity of your words weigh upon me like snow on redwood trees. you stifle my resolve ..

The Dance we’ll leave the chill of winteron the grounddrink from fluted glasses the remains of a Sauvignonwe’ll count the starswe se..

A Soliloquy to Nature December draws to a close. Long shadows of evening stretch across the frozen ground. The c..

An Ode to Rain a rainy daygood for a pot of chilifor oversized sweatersand jeans stressed outat the kneesa good dayfor slouchy socksand turner..

Umbrella of Crimson Red lay with me in this cusp of autumn beneath an umbrella of crimson red oh, how the trees are lovely ..

A Jubilation of Quietude sated in this humble abode witness to rivulets of rain minuscule orbs, falling plummeting tr..