The veil is lifted and what is seen? Fortune and fury. We bury the dead and cheer the child for walking. For what can a child do but follow in the footsteps of their elders? My footsteps will lead to Humbaba. When Baba is you Barbara Ann is too. Shakespeare wrote so well, it’s hardlyContinue reading “Serenity in Troubled Waters”
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Every Word Counts
All kidding aside, I’m trying to be grown up about this. Serious solutions surrender themselves to soldiers of salvation. When the sun reaches it peak, it’s job is only half done. Day is only half of a day, and night has its own beauties. A tree will grow in the night or day according toContinue reading “Every Word Counts”
Loosen Rigidity
Rubberband man can’t stand. His bones have turned to gelly and he’s cascading to the ground. Concentric circles forming a rubber volcano. I feel like that last sentence needed a primer to hibachi because I’m thinking of when they stack the onion rings and make it shoot steam. I saw my therapist today. I supposeContinue reading “Loosen Rigidity”
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