Change of Thoughts

mfmazds.,ma.s,dmf.,adsmf.,am               I'm supposed to be a Christian. I professed that I was at least, dunk my body in water, and rose up saying that I was His child. Does my life represent that right now? I'm not too sure anymore. I've become robotic and disconnected from my faith… Continue reading Change of Thoughts

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All I Know

All I know are the ruffles of a feather descending from a swallow's wing from the transfer of wind howling in the night's mating call. A fallen feather to crash on cold earth a sway down with the acute angle of gravity seesawing its way through midair. If I can fall like this feather from… Continue reading All I Know

Bonfire Love

Bonfire on beach the smoke transforms into a plum of black air chocking ashes within the blown wind.   Fire flames burn broken wood teared down for roasting white-puffed marshmallows gooey between fingers scrambling for gram-crackers and melted Hershey chocolate.   S'moresĀ  harvested by a couple warming hearts on a wooden stick, an instrument tracing… Continue reading Bonfire Love

Rainbow Bend

I dive into the Rainbow Bend, a bend of lights mimicking your eyes beneath waterfalls of blue river green earth red fire orange sun and purple splashes of sunset clouds. A colorful world spent in the bend of our river boats traveling with leaping fishes escaping the grasps of bear claws, we are free with… Continue reading Rainbow Bend

Vintage Spots

                    Polaroid pictures hang like self-portraits painted and drawn with a yellow tint of coffee stains aging youth in slow-motion with the light of vintage spots. Spot-on with a shot of light reflecting a subtle smile, fashion cannot smile in professional settings with yellow stains or… Continue reading Vintage Spots

Her Pearl (A Poem for Grandma)

She smiles with pearl-white teeth and an oyster of secrets beneath her heated breath exhaling from her lungs and swallowing salt water with each dive into night tide sea. She harbors her shell from the crashing waves above her auburn hair and sea-green eyes wandering through black and white photographs and expecting affection in between… Continue reading Her Pearl (A Poem for Grandma)

Cherry Blossom (Dedicated to V.)

Fall into pink petals blooming red-ripe cherries bursting scarlet juice from the Japanese Garden. Paper stars line a pathway to cherry blossom trees and a friend with blushed cheeks picking cherries from the branches of dangling hopes tied in a knot of pink petals falling in mid-air and dropping like paper stars shooting across the… Continue reading Cherry Blossom (Dedicated to V.)