the light rains come
the scent of dirt displaced. kicked up. a dry strength crusting in these long stretches of flat not a land for living but mere awe for the passing through0
the unmendables
regularly, daily, by the momentand then againmust i re-release the unmendablesthe ununderstandablesthe unrelationshipsthe unundones from that which lingerswithin my inner flowsof heart and mind I re-untwist the way they weave and braid through my soul these fibersreally aren’t undoable unravelablethey... Read More0
