Live. Live for love, Live for the song of the red, glass heart. Live for the earth and for pain, Live. Live for the wonder of yourself. And never, ever die for the man.
Against the morning, eking its way into what Has become today, I see your silhouette the soft lines of you Against the softness Of sunrise How the sun and you Exchange whispers "Have a good day, little bird." "Enjoy the... Continue Reading →
Summer poked its head out Among many Asking us not to drink the water I slaved away over plot and word And greeted the singing birds It was a Saturday Breathless with stomach full Of unhappiness I still drank coffee... Continue Reading →