How can one move from the sea to  the sky? As shadows shift  into life What perspective .  Could one see what is  not...

Water fills the  heart cold; drains with a simple call. A longingness to be warmed with the breeze of music. Again refilled....

Language always seems to fail me. No matter how hard I try, there are never enough sounds that I can put together to represent the...

Through the pebbles I stumbled.  Not rocks or boulders. Falling down the rabbit hole the size of a worm's tunnel. Chased by wolves, I...