a thought of ink onto paper casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen
It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak. I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit. They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS
A day framed. A window wide with hope. Dawn drains in silence. One voice releases, waiting for return. A vacuum of Thoughts rise, surfacing with a schedule; place, time, one door then another. Emotions become firm and braced. The more the listening, knowledge enters with a higher plane. The land is sweet. Each step a … More NOW AND AGAIN
Roger Singer 