I close my eyes around the cold, wet, empty air…swallowing an end, releasing.
posts from wind
A cure for boredom. Wearing a tank top, gym shorts and nothing underneath, bike cross-town against 20mph winds and 30 degree thunder and lightning and sleet. Oh, my! It seemed like a much better idea when I was in the locker-room.
On the every day… …he created himself On the every other day… …he rested And as he was done was as he began Another great mystery Listening to his lesson it lessened See now! the parallels divided meeting they do not allow Couriered conflict patterning the same parents After the time forgotten that…that innocence his […]