I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
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Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
Poem Movement humming Cicadas in the trees Peace swinging in the willows Velvet rays beam A golden trapeze Singing across meadows Reflections bending Illusory shadows Hoping for more to see Waiting for novelty Expecting...
Poem Sometimes its as if the Earth opened up and left a crevasse so deep and wide we hardly knew it started until the waters dripped in over and over and I leapt...