To Be Reborn
Leaves on the ground. Blue on the windows. Steps on the stairs. Red in the eyes. You ate my heart without regret. The feast was witnessed by the dwarfs, and the fairies with their...
Category: Poetry
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 11: August 4, 2014
Mira and I, along with one standoff-ish couple from Alexandria, VA, are the only strangers. Multiple families—friends all—vacation together and came out for this historical Wike. What a compelling start! We set off, crossing...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle , Day 10: August 3, 2014
Cool mountain water surrounds me. The momentum of my dive carries me toward the inflatable trampoline anchored at the swimming area’s far area. Frankie follows me. We climb out of the water and onto...
Vibrations
Strong vibrations are flowing through the air. Do not despair, for soon we will arrive to the destination with time to spare. That icy, cold glare will melt into the purest expression of total...
Decluttering
Poem The light in the trees shines my eyes The breeze from the white sky Cools my burning mind The life in the tall grass Cleans what I see The open space surrounding me...
Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part II
We pass quickly through the Artisan Shop. The woman late middle aged that sold us our tickets (and still wears her hair long) shows us the hand-crafted plates, cups, etc. Frankie declares himself out...
