Fireflies of my dreams dance around my head making Life seem real again Advertisements
When that one little bird comes into your yard and craps on it–daily. There’s only one way to stop crappy little birds… just stop feeding them.
What are the facts when people are frenze-feeding on the obtuse garbage?
She stared for hours, at what, I’ll never know; but her Beauty was endless.
Singing softly in your ear, the language of the flowers, for your soul.
The wind moves the tree branches making all the leaves dance and wave at us
Only one flower Blooms and permeates my room but it’s all I need. CRMB Chapbook It’s done! My first Chapbook is completed and leatherbound. Yay, but I’m both excited and anxious now. What is next? … I’ve written poetry in haiku form (for the most part) since 2014, but …