I am a weed Poking out from cracked cement; Between two coasts, East and west, Roots never really reaching too deep Into the earth.
Crimson curtains around
Softest sweaters drawn around
Wooly sock feet,
Hot frothing foam and
Day 4: Mindfulness Monday “Blood Moon” Last night I stood under a canopy of stars staring at a swollen, tangerine moon on a bolt of Prussian blue silk stretched across the sky. I remembered how, as children we’d put a ball in our rainbow parachute; together we’d throw the ball up to the sky, higher than the clouds. Now it’s… Continue reading Mindfulness Monday—Blood Moon