A Series of Self, Written in Words. 25 Years. 5 Continents. 22 Countries.
I Stood Still to Remember.
What Passion Fills the Green of This Air!
Testing, Trying, Walking, Waltzing
Still and Strong. Amidst the Evergreens
Pour Out Rain and Fill Empty, So that We Remember what We Have Lost, So that Yesterday May Again Speak.
Sway in the Balance. I
Chilly Night in Santa Barbara, Moon too Bright to See Stars.
Currently Untitled
Currently Untitled
Are they singing starlight or is the sky just bowing? Pt2.
Are they singing starlight or is the sky just bowing? Pt 1.
Gasp For Saltwater Winds. Sand Burns the Feet. Run Faster to Wade in the Cool Blue.
Summer Madness, Valentine,Painted Firework Pink and Blue_
Was a Twenty Minute Drive.
Oh, I’m Only Momentary, Life Screams In and Avid Attempt to Slow Things Down.
Paris. Summer. 1999.
It’s 7:35am in LA. Only Two Hours of Ocean Left.
You Are None Other Than Champion.
Windy and Remembered. Say Hello to Jean-Michel.
Full Bloom, Waters Running Wild and Downstream.
Take Me Far, So That I May Feel Close.
4th Grade Romance and Novels Sing Under Sore Backs and Heavy Eyes, California just Called and Texas Waived a Slow Goodbye.
Sandy Floor Slippery. Drip, Drip, Drippery.
Insides, Broken Egg Empty Yoke, I am all Yellow, Runny Heart.
I Saw it Across the Sky. The Moonlight Wrote of it, as Elderly Waves a Slow Goodbye.
Thoughts Fighting with that Rerun of Yesterdays Favorites .
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