street talk on a hard bench

We’re sitting, praying at the pews to get out of the cold On our knees Hands clasped tightly around that pearl necklace Mother may I? He asks sheepishly Of course you may, you get everything you want When you’re ready to pray He wraps his arms around her She holds him tightly against her chest... Continue Reading →

angelic wings

A center point sprouting Wings invisible For the purposes of flight To higher realms and dimensions In our consciousness we are connected By and large using systems that far supersede logic Ultimately being human Means being subject to the conditions that exist ~ There are those that are locked up For poor impulse control Are... Continue Reading →

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