What it is That we see... We look, We gaze, We blink our eyes. Not a thing Means much more Than anything else. We’ve all seen it, Everything Before us, Behind us, within us. Believe me when I say I’ve looked everywhere, and it’s waiting no where. But I feel it all over. Why can’t … Continue reading Bring It Home – October 7, 2019
Scattered, pieces of house dust thrown up from a pillow. The warm sun hits you smack dab in the eye, It feels so good. You sink to the bottom of wherever you’re headed.
Mom, you were my home. Your arms, your eyes, your voice. I loved home.