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The night is too still. I read between its dark lines, The story is mine.

Teacups, tea parties, Alice on the outside, Trying to find her way back. Young girl, growing, shrinking, falling, Swimming, in a miasma Of broken..

Ancient Gondwana, Pangaea, Orange Island, La Pascua Florida of Ponce de Leon, I want to save you, From the poachers, encroachers, destroyers of you..

It’s all about windows, about portals, And who cares enough, to lead you to them. About the ones who can really see them, And all those who c..

“Spider Grandmother” lore is important in Native American cultures.

Warm wind’s breath touches willing skin. It hints of something beautiful drawing near. Fins flutter on bare rock, and delight. Thought’..

(Optimistic Haiku 5-7-5)

Look at this I give you, A blade of grass, A bird in flight, The spirit of new growth, Sparkling in the Spring rain. Look at this I give you, Th..

The devil professed, No need to guess, his hand raised High, before the rest.

Deluged by abstract, We grope for familiar, To find our dry ground.