Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...
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What I Want Is to Fly Without Fear.
I want my girl to remember what it feels like to fly through the air off that rope swing into the lake, and her squeals of uncensored delight.
There Are Dragons Below.
My mum had imbued in me an appreciation for the natural world that cannot be taught in any university or through any textbook.
Dharma Is… : Curtain Walls, Rothko Paintings, And Butterflies.
When I stand alone on a hillcrest, watching the sun burn itself to sleep, and feel connection to something larger than my own story; when I breathe in Child’s Pose listening to Jeff Buckley’s 'Hallelujah' in my bedroom the night before yet 'another' eye surgery; when I sit on the gallery floor ...
I Am Who I Am Because Of You.
So, no, you didn’t teach me everything, but you sure as hell taught me a lot. You taught me what it’s like to fight, and what I should be fighting for. You taught me what Saturday afternoons in love should be like. You taught me what midnights should feel like. And you taught me what waking up ...