Day 63 – if my soul were a puppy
If my soul were a puppy, It would leap up and lick your face. It’s just that excited for all that you are. Tail wagging.… Read More »Day 63 – if my soul were a puppy
If my soul were a puppy, It would leap up and lick your face. It’s just that excited for all that you are. Tail wagging.… Read More »Day 63 – if my soul were a puppy
Well, after a very busy and expansive couple of weeks, it’s time to flip. I need to be silent for a while. And thanks to… Read More »Day 42 – silent
Today’s post – a poem: yesterday I walked barefoot in the rain my feet got cold but still I was happy amid a stormy… Read More »Day 31 – barefoot in the rain
two teenagers making out on a soccer field hands up shirts oblivious to thousands of freeway eyes yep, it’s Spring
late night street sweeper rumbles by dust cloud, streetlight lit glows like midnight fog