oh, my/ i sigh, wisp of memory/ floating by an image/ remembering us the smell of clean/ oil of olay hands warm/ blue veins/ grey eyes Oh, my/ i sigh. arm in arm/ hand to hand laughing again/ I dream awake oh! awaken my love! waiting breathlessly/ drowning sea I hug you tightly/ brightly ShiningContinue reading "Hugging You"
And Her Name Is…
"...and I am all locked up inside a tiny, empty box of a mind..."
A Post on a Page?
A Page of posts.... Doubting Thomas in a Virgin Forest. It's funny that I don't write in my journal anymore...I used to write every night, pouring my heart out, writing poetry and telling my dreams. No one ever read the words, and I was free to say what I truly had in my heart. ItContinue reading "A Post on a Page?"
Out of the Gutter Art 
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