Listen, if you will.
These words are the result of Nothing.
I've been quiet for a very long time; most recently, for the bulk of four months.
That's not to say that I&
Oceans of Mine
Tempted to the Realm of Woodland Sprites
I finally went for that walk I wanted to take around the back side of the stream. It felt good being in my flip-flops and tank top, even with the nettle plants
The Elusive Poetry of a Misty English Evening
The sky is white-grey in a way I've never seen before, except in movies. It mingles with the silence of this farm in a blanket that feels warm, embracing, romantic,
Romanced by the Motherland
It's not supposed to be this sunny in England, this often. Even today, the weather report on my phone promises mostly clouds and a 50% chance of rain in six minutes.
Wonderland Has Come
He doesn’t know -
And neither do I -
How much time passed in the netherverse of love
How much power heartbeats have in times of need.
Years passed by without him near,
And