The drive Anything but methodical Luscious mountains Salt-n-peppered With pine and Recent snow Stealing breath I drive on The road beneath Serving as an Entry point Into the serene Cracking my window Feeling the air Transform my breathing Lighten my …
Writing
Eat of Me
I love It so Why so much? We are Moving into Virgin territory Somehow untouched We should Be hardened But trust Vulnerability Drawing to The surface Softened butter In this place Rather than The expected hardness Your presence Causing me To …
Anchoring Spikes
Feeling cool In my hand Grasping it More tightly A heavy piece Of steel Immediately sending Jolting energy Through my system This visual Bringing out What I clearly Feel inside A day A week A month A year A lifetime Of tumultuous …