Poet. Catching my breath and lightening my load for the next leg of the journey. Emptying myself of all the words and worlds unwritten and unexplored. Let’s go.
Poet. Catching my breath and lightening my load for the next leg of the journey. Emptying myself of all the words and worlds unwritten and unexplored. Let’s go.
Seeing stars before disaster Furthest thing from holy saint
Bringing a nearness to the stars through their imagined state creates a powerful juxtaposition between what seems and what is. You experience the stars, yet they're anything but holy, the mockery of hallucinatory beauty.
Mind is withered/prune not plum...phenomenal imagery
I love the serenity of this piece. Still deep but there’s a sense of peace I felt. And to have read this twice, in magazine and on Medium, is such a treat. Great job and looking forward to more publications from you!
