The Comrade’s sweepings of life are spread like cumulus clouds guiding ribbons of rivers. That moment’s rest at the house Of the hurting kind–mist. “Enough!” the woman warbled, So now fledgling, Let’s rest in motion, padding barefoot, claw foot down nature’s asphalt unknown what wafty thoughts found waving from the shallows may conjure forthContinue reading “It Matters”
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Trying Times
Shouting with a whisper and jolting to reality with a tender back rub, Slowly step by step I’m learning how to coax her from the brink of her chained mind. That’s where the money is! (Photo taken by Alexander Mils and posted on Unsplash)