I can still taste him on my lips. Like glacial water and exposed greens and a blueberry sweetness lingering. The lure of his essence as…
Always the Poet
Month: July 2023
The sensorium of a paper brain knows dappled sunlight to bring Yellow Jackets, and black- eyed Susans knows the taste of insatiability as almonds milked…
A body wanders as a mind wades. Like meditation, like revelation. So dream deep, I could almost weep. Where the wolf quiets the raven, where…
Well. Here I am. Again. At the grove of existence. Eating a Granny Smith apple, experiencing the bright, sharp tang, and noticing how if you…
Since childhood, I’ve viewed the world with the discerning eyes of a writer. This translates to an acute awareness—an ability to perceive every detail and…