What’s Chill?

Let yourself heal.

Desecrate.

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

Most Days.

Art was always supposed to be something to cherish.

The Poets.

I am beginning to understand what this is all about.

Sijo Saturday.

Slowing down for the weekend.

Every Page.

Losing years of sleep.

Vines.

Write to me...

Speak Your Truth.

Struggles are still very much struggles.

Head In The Clouds.

Funny, isn't it?

Weather-Worn Tree.

Would it be terribly selfish to hide?

The Whole ‘Process’.

Think about this a little today, would you?

In The Memory of Us.

Some forgotten diary.

A Thing of the Past.

If only things had played out a little differently.

No Storms.

I hope you decide to put a lot more faith in yourself today.

Love In Curious Places.

All of that, among the million other things.

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