Tag: BREAD

SETTLING IN

February 19, 2019

Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches   sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist   the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil      

FULL OF EMPTY

August 17, 2015

        The rising aroma of fresh bread circles up with intent within a tight shaded alley attacking the senses of appetites full of empty.     Like thieves drawn to open windows the magic of leaven lifts like carpets full of magic owning the air with thoughtful desires of tasty jewels.   … More FULL OF EMPTY