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Don't park your feelings here and there

coffee shop
tank tops
no boundaries
so different
so peaceful
made sense
then comes
a stranger
directly staring
I ask
what’s wrong? 6 more words


peaking mountains peeking

mountains hiding /peeking looming looking at me/are you coming are you heading/to embrace the world i see?


A melancholy in mauves and grays

A melancholy in mauves and grays draped the realm
In shades monochrome and nondescript
On a landscape that failed to shed its lassitude moribund
And an appetite for life the loss… 166 more words


Our Memories, Our Stories

Every person’s memory is their own private literature.

— Aldous Huxley

And I have memories that stretch across several decades of early evenings at Hartwick Pines state park in northern Michigan.


Read The Fireflies

Read The Fireflies

I cannot stop myself, my anxious self,
From spinning-wildly spinning reckless wreck
Drowning in a sea of thoughts that will not
Stop. 70 more words

Tidbits And Dabblings

put on a happy face

master of photo framing

lifter of the left eyebrow

the diagonal tilt

the eye lids relaxed

the breathing soft

a channel of creativity

a strickland explosion… 239 more words