I breathe the coloured air cool like Autumn morning teaspoon in a cup. A touching clear precision the dawn brings with it, a focus, an esteem of something new; like Womanness. ‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word, or more… a strange word, a strange man, but real maybe…..Continue reading “I AM Grateful For My Breath”
Sanity is in the breath and NOW be HERE with me in deep air like sea back to the womb in this pink moment
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
