words that pound…



from its dust my ancestors rose From its form my breast is mounded. I love this land

Scaled feet tap dance on the asphalt The rhythm lost in the folds of the city noise Your tail feather kisses burning cement Once Twice -thrice You intently peck Your black and white coat In this lake of neon colors... Continue Reading →


There is a brown patch of grass in the middle of a forest that was

Am born in the highlands Breezes cold ,evenings warm with candle light and darkened sights. Everyone has a tale, from the mountains my story can be heard.

Cool Soul

How do you drown The music Being played In your stealthy softness? Invisibility is your cloak Yet you rock Every tree standing In your path Tell me How you drown These sounds O cool of soul your motion is a... Continue Reading →

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