Month: November 2020

everyone makes                               talk with me,         no one groks                  who I am—or                              even could, according to                                 probability          paradigms built                  upon the                                absenteeism principle…

My thoughts are gentle  as nightfall’s mist bathing leaves of a willow, I’m the prime expression of created beingness.   Solitary flute from across the lake, green-eyed girl sharing her harmony      …