CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud  

FINDING RIGHT

A subtle word resembles a glance of thought, slipping past like sweet breath of liqueur.   Resting back, a Roman blue sky fills the bowl above, averting the eyes from gravity, admiring the wide color.   If rumors develop, they are deposited in a glass jar of gossip where they ferment, unless deadly spoken sins … More FINDING RIGHT