Monthly Archive: April, 2019

A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. V

The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul. Once open to arriving, I had no need to visualize a door. For, like the butter, I could not believe that I was… Continue reading

Will, Son!

Radiant is thou,  wafting through the forest; I remember the time we pranced around fellow tourists.   I judge when I live, so I think while I breathe. I dislike a taste for… Continue reading

The Autumn [Winter] Queen

Creation of space,  Creation of sound,  Creation of who,  Creation of now,  Relation to me, the birds see how.  Look into the eyes of a forgotten frown.  Welcome to Pleasantview,  Welcome to noise, … Continue reading

8 on Tour, 11 on Shore

I stood inside a moment,  where people just walked by—  They ignored my presence,  as if I was in disguise—  • I seek minds of reflection,  and tell of, they rhyme. • I… Continue reading

Bertha ☬

Jumping of my bones  From the sands I left behind,  From the seconds  Cloaked in dusty spells  I swear I could define.    Rite by write,  I took the letters  that fell into… Continue reading