“Did I ever tell you the story about the eagle I saw in Alaska?” he said.
“We were stopped at a view point admiring the scenery. Along comes one of these million-dollar motorhomes, towing a car, Texas plates I believe.
“Did I ever tell you the story about the eagle I saw in Alaska?” he said.
“We were stopped at a view point admiring the scenery. Along comes one of these million-dollar motorhomes, towing a car, Texas plates I believe.
If I could melt my physical self
I would ask you to pour me into your heart
so that we may be one
through thick and thin
cotton blankets golden earth
dogwood billows in snow
wild sweet pea of fuschia
glimmer in Redwood
orange robin whispers her song
In a darker time of my life
I had a curious dream.
I was shown a non-descript home,
With the bed in the living room.
And a long hallway
Painted cornflower blue.
Standing as a tree. Wavering and bending while a gale force wind rubs my back.
My life behind me: The fibrous history of traumas and tribulations wrapping me like a blanket. Ribbons and scarves remaining trapped between my solid form and the breeze.
Breezy hummingbird
A silhouette upon the sky
Dusted winter clouds