Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I am water I am a mountain stream flowing fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner truth of my purpose to write until my bony fingers ache, to love with… Continue Reading “I Am Water”
I am water I am a mountain stream flowing fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner truth of my purpose to write until my bony fingers ache, to love with… Continue Reading “I Am Water”
I am water I am a mountain stream flowing fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner
On this hot and humid midsummer’s eve the river calls to me as bullfrogs croak in a throaty bass while a whippoorwill sings in the trees.
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