the pot has been stirred it’s bubbling over world now aware of the stench of its hate. let us be witches who gather together to decay others’ fear with each coming day. 1.28.17

the pleasure of the pen as ink stains the paper, the nib scratches the surface of all you want to say. 1.27.17

detours of distraction or detriment of danger, learning to reroute not return. barricades of patience and silence or solitude, i weave and bob with the time. 1.26.17 [Image Source]

tangled flag by marsh’s edge glowing golden with the sinking sun i pedal past with wet hair and strong resolve. 1.25.17   Photo Credit: Egans Creek Greenway is a photograph by Island Sunrise and Sunsets Pieter Jordaan

wet chill cold feet that never warm i splash in the pool but i long to be dry. 1. 24.17