Together

Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.

The Mountains We Make

For having such wide open eyes I sure have narrow perspective Thank you, dear friend for showing me the rest of the picture For revealing the canyon I call an insignificant fissure For taking this grain of sand And showing me a mountain

The Deepest Silhouette

Stretched thin and tight like a thread or "Like butter over too much bread" As Bilbo once said No, more like wires of a marionette No, no, they're so quick to forget Most like the strings of a quartet Because, thin and taut and whet Is less of a full moon, more lunette Curved as a smile, and... Continue Reading →

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