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 the Homeowner and also, the Key. Oh! How foolish it would be! To be matter of fact! To be like a deck… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. V

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 negativity, & question my pity for the green—   Where are the echoes? Must I always pick up  on the universal radio?… Continue reading Will, Son!

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 my head...  ... and formed them into future  ... treads (don’t).