The mountains reverberate in my body, Sending winds that sweep over the land, In voices hushed and roaring. Magnificent and opulent, They guard me against my own feelings.   The rivers course through my veins, Bubbling and frothing waters, In soothing and cadenced waves Defeating the chaotic stress, Washing away the debris of hurt and Read more…

The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…