the heart is a lacy hunter
serene, cradling velvet and tiny barbs
nonverbal chakra chime warm, deep
now here, righteous, calling by being
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If your only tool is a gun, every problem looks like . . .
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The need to create the habit of writing. Then simply writing.
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College student, writer, videographer, photographer. Divorced, disgraced, reforming, redeeming. Optimist. Good with funny voices and impressions. Dissatisfied with the dominant paradigm. Love to love. Joy is outdoors, amongst trees. I can whistle. Movies and music are musts.
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1 comments:
Ohhhhh! Lovely!
And, you have a blog! Yay!
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