Unconscionable Apathy that’s palpable As [St.] Anthony bleeds . . .
In the beginning,[find]the path of least resistance[because]God can forget too . . . 4~p
reds, crimsons and bloodsthere’s a rose in the meadowsnow-covered in love . . . for a very special flowerand for Deb
Heart my coconut Aerodynamic brilliance Forever full moon My daughter Sarah came by the house a week or so ago and decided to lounge around on the couch and do some work for school. Methinks she needed a break from the campus crowd. At one point she got up to go into the bathroom and […]
truth, masquerading honesty is a false face cuts my bleeding soul . . . This day has found me disillusioned with various aspects of my life. I am sadly discovering that in the blogworld, things aren’t always what they seem. Seriously contemplating some time away from this place that I truly love, if only to […]
Scotch bonnet sunset Cayenne-red skin screams for ice air-conditioned bliss kiss
obsidian glass Opaque windows to the soul lucidity’s dead . . .
Silent sun, setting . . . Perfect fifths, the perfect chants when silence meets grace ~m