Transitional ShameMy name is not as strong as yours. You taunt my fragility. A quiet sunset dips into creation, Tugging on my hair, you whisper, Come here....
Waitingphotograph by Matt Mooney Tell me your stories, whisper while the windows swing open. Ancient murmuring slither across wrinkled...
ListenSacred prose thrown away for curse words picking blindly through the leaves. They rustle, even when dead. Plant cycles are labeled dead...
Kaleidoscope ClonesThe trees tell me ancient legends - I giggle this while googly-eyed, playing your pan flute. In and out of kaleidoscope dreams, I carry...
