i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart …
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear …
I have not felt particularly poetic of late which is odd considering that I favour dark themes and sad stories which currently abound in the here and now...
Why does the heat feel different in September? How does it know that fall is fast approaching?...
i live with one foot firmly planted in the world of imagination and fantasy and i like being there, able to infinitely repeat and revise the moments in my life that upon reflection cause me dissatisfaction...
