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Last spring, into summer, my collection grew, and grew, becoming my very own indoor jungle. Continue reading Blessed Be The Care & Tending Of Plants When The World Is Too Much
lingering in the air unseen forces declare confusion, delusion as I stare into the void standing still, unrequited indulging lust release, receive, breath elemental Taurus of love, beauty, stability temperance guide my hand and mind authenticity my karmic destiny and lunar ecliptic energies creative entanglements, illuminate a disturbance of trust, of the force of my will, my self, revealed to me severs connectivity of it, … Continue reading from the logos Of stardust
Wanted to talk to, er, write to you, mom for so long, but, honestly, it felt weird. Cause, ah, you know talking to one’s dead mom via one’s blog is sort of weird, right? Well, maybe too hoogy-moogy I guess for some. Yet, all the things I wrote, The Simple Man, Along That Crazy River, and such, really, they were to you. And, let me … Continue reading To Get Lost Is To Learn The Way
Sitting out on the stoop earlier this afternoon, watching the village go by, as I distract myself from the panic attack I was having. Various cars pulling into the bank, only to find it closed, amuses me. Like some secret only I know, and have no way of warning them, nor would I, if I could. Watch as the little girl blows bubbles out front, … Continue reading Yeah, So Who Gets To Come Through The Hedgerow?
It happens so innocently, couple drinks on the porch with friends, the night gets chilly, you go inside, turn the music on. Hey, you say innocently, what you want to listen to? AC DC, they say. Ok. After a few songs, old rock songs, one thing leads to another, and they all start to say the same thing. One song after the other, all the … Continue reading So, I Guess Lynyrds Off The List For Awhile
And, so we danced. We danced all Saturday night, and into the early morning. Then we slept in my bed. Well, not only slept. I awoke, did my morning routine, made tea, gave some plants some water, and he slept. Mumbling strange, incoherent things, as I snuggled up with him again. And he slept some more. I woke him up again, made toast, he had … Continue reading “Look For Me, Somewhere Down That Crazy River”
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