A poem Subtitles become our thriving in the realm of the idiosyncratic, as vestibules of light, we are beings made for reflection, moth to flame, consistency is a vibration of utter rigor, maple trees discovered in baths, cloak and consideration is given to the earthen world, one we can touch and hear through fine…

Snow particulates surround the crispy aftermath of a blanket storm, pines bear the weight of thunderous white clouds, whilst, precipitation undermines winter’s grasp, a choke hold on vines in a spectacular village in Tuscany, grasping the gregarious quality of oneself, it is the understatement of conditioning that interests the body. …

A Poem — Lichen droops as caribou wander in the deep, for-est anchors thrown over the savior’s boat in order to survive, keeping to the listening protocol, one is assigned to gregarious duties in life, a living fool, we are but individuals in a stream of illusion. Wandering between ghost towns and rising…

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A poem — Consonants spill over the alphabetical floor, chequered perhaps, in this instance I had said that I loved you, in another, wasn’t quiet sure, in happenstance the relations are synchronous, time will tell, as with everything the desire for the orange sunset reflects the day’s end. Tragedy strikes at opportune times…

A poem — Truths spilled into cacti water, evaporation besets, stories are untold, conclusions form inside beating hearts, pretension offers, ponder the raving, one must accumulate knowing inside; on the inside, rather rudimentary, accustomed to transitions in life, yes? Breaking records on barometers, heat melts away fear and worry, one is broken inside, yet…