My audiobook dilemma
To do, or not to do. I don’t have a long work commute or a routinely long drive to anywhere really, except when I do. And I read poetry and I listen to poets read their poetry, and I often find myself yawning. I yawn, not because it’s bad (though it often is), but rather because I’m not engaged. I like to read sentences with my voice, I like to re-read the words until the...
blonde soft wave sounds bodies left for dead again! tender she turns him
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures....– Khalil Gibran
guns grown on peace trees bombs bursting in tulip garden heaven this they call accomplishment blood red colored leaves branches made of olive skin this tree they call defeated chocolate ice cream clouds caramel flavored rain drops this is how it ends
Restless Leg Syndrome
Her flaws are endearing even as she sleeps sound. He tries not to wake from her tosses and turns Her fragmented torso laying heavy with the thought of him tiring of her. Sound he sleeps until her restless ways legs and thighs… sing out kicking bed waves Her dreams get the worst of her He KNOWS the best of her as she rises in the morning with his breath by her lips patiently...