Paint the Snow Pink

There is a pain in living For those devoured With awareness We are buried Under frozen ponds Murky muddied memories Where wicked absconds Desperately holding on To waning sun In for the long run Exploring depth Of clouded breath This feeling isn’t new Existing in pulses Ripples and surges Repulsive Reflection Of what I am…… Continue reading Paint the Snow Pink

Vulture Culture

I had a feeling my world was amiss. I’d been dizzy, foggy, confused, listless. There was familiarity there, beside me, dog-like loyalty. Curiosity kept pulling at the leash, trying to change my direction. An auspicious white light in the distance caught my eye, illuminated by freshly sprouted emerald grass. My stomach turned, my heart skipped.…… Continue reading Vulture Culture