Murmur and vim, fervor and whim...
[We] May Never Meet
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
Her Self
She has given you her self...
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
The Cadence of Hope
The mechanical resonance that fills my bones has me cracking. Constructive frequency chips away at my shoulders and knees. Rejection to critique to the words that no one speaks that haunt me that makes my courage flee my visage disfiguring. This is not pretty. This is the ugly me. But I keep getting up,... Continue Reading →
