Somewhere near soccer fields in Greensboro, NC A Question on Falling Did I let Go of grasping Leafy branches or Just slip? . I ask you When I gently Softly landed safe And free, . Could you then Forgive me this Weightless grace granting Me breath? . Leaves dance in Summer breeze, then Slowly flutter …
"In order to rise from the ashes, the Phoenix must first burn." -Octavia Butler
Still figuring things out.
Cornfed and Confused: Thoughts from a Queer Southerner.
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a journal of creative endeavors, acknowledgements, and awakenings
Surviving and savoring parenthood one day at a time
slow time and the soft infinity
A look at the looks
of organic poems, multifarious prose, rambunctious ramblings, and queer dreams
personal reflections, meditations, and dreams
a sometimes intrepid exploration of a virtual world
mostly poetry, partly peculiar.
Goodies from my mailbox and camera
An Empyrean Cycle
Poets Pub
The greatest Mormon blog in the universe.
The Personal is Empirical
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
...in which I attempt to write in an amusing fashion, look at shiny things both past and present, and not lose it. Again.
